She left me,
Out on the dance floor.
The beat working through maybe,
If I'd been still she'd have stayed that door.
Then again,
Shes her mother's little puppet.
Why should I let her gain,
From the pain of this everlasting ballet?
My soul is tired,
I'm being starved.
I need a new hire,
Someone to seal my broken unsaved carved,
Self.
My very self is healing,
Even though she broke me.
I guess it's just hard to be,
So fucking caring,
All the time.
That's why I threw it away,
I dont FUCKING CARE.
I dont care about you.
I care for another,
And they deserve my love more than you ever could.
So this is goodbye
To that fairy tale thought.
I won't come back to it,
It's nothing but an old clot.
Even under fresh blood,
Im smiling wide.
Good bye.
You little bitch.
-Me,
Oct. 23, 2016
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The Dark Poems In My Head
PoetryThis is those little whispering poems that weasel their way into my wonderful brain. Don't know how this'll turn out, but, you know how it goes! Lets try something new! It is mature because some of this shit is bad! Extremely! Not sexual, but words...
