With the click of a button I sent that text.
Obviously, when you read it, you were perplexed.
"How could she quit? Give up so quick?"
Wow! You're stupid. Is that truly love? Love is something human, it's certainly not from above.
Unrequited, maybe.
But a heart breaker breaks what's not her's to break,
And when you let in the Grim Reaper you know that love's fake.
Sure, cry to the world, see if I care!
All you wear is self-sympathy for what we "were".
Post it on social media, see if I care!
Make the most of your pity party while it lasts,
because when the candles burn out, the shadows are cast.
April twenty-fourth.
I'll continue to laugh.
YOU ARE READING
Last Night
PoetryDark poem collection from the span of a few years, slowly editing the early ones. The later ones are pretty good. Don't be afraid to give feedback. Please read, vote, and comment!
