If I never met you, I wouldn't have lived with a broken heart. I wouldn't have to cry every night at the thought of losing you. my mind at ease and my heart content, I keep my cool since I love you. for your distasteful tragedy so sharp, my heart can not take it. for the heart of the most broken will always heal at the end, karma has its way around my finger, giving me the pleasure of a delicious victory. as it swings me under the romantic moonlight, wiping away my selfish tears and making me feel as though it is my fault. but you had it coming. you deserved it.
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Poetrythis is a collection of poems I have written over the years. some are sad, some are angry and some are seriously graphic. these are things that I have been through and you can tell that there is a sick and twisted play on words and a deep meaning be...
