Clenching your fists tight while watching the blood drip from your hands. Your significant other is kissing someone else.
You couldn't help but to quietly scream. Quietly judging them as they go at it.
What did you do to deserve this pain displayed before you. This horrible image. That should be you in their arms. That should be you gripping their clothes while gasping for air as they mark your body.
But it's not you. You are on the other side of the room bleeding from your palms as you plan their death as well as your own.
If you can't be happy might as well kill the bitch.
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Not Perfect -Poetry-
PoetryStep by step we will meet again. Maybe not in the same form but with the same feelings. Simple Max Rainbow poems. Love, lust and lost in words. Surrounding your whole being until you can no longer live without these words.
