i left you before you could leave me,
i was brave enough to spare myself the hurt,
for i am not who you deserve,
as a matter of fact,
you deserve nobody at all,
for your tongue is corrupted by the devil,
spitting deceit and manipulation as though it is your mother tongue,
your first language.
YOU ARE READING
Wildflowers
Poetry"men have a nerve to play with a woman's heart, to convince her she is not beautiful the second he doesn't get his way, to convince her she is nothing to him, whilst her eyes are flooded with potential, and his are deep and empty, void." A poetry co...
