My poems were never a means
For you to understand my love
But only another way to inflate your broken ego.
You don't even have the art in your mind
To comprehend the stars in my words
So today, I call upon my words
To fall back
In the barracks of my strong shielded heart
No longer shall they fight your war
Or patch up your scars,
Console your insecurities.
If you find the strength
To hurt me like you do
Then fight for yourself!
Today my poems bid you bye
No more poems about you
No more poems left to write.
YOU ARE READING
Poem-struck!
PoesiaDivine revelations that have been bestowed upon me by the poem gods. Just kidding. These poems came to me out of nowhere. Maybe while I was sitting on my sofa, taking a shower or just doing nothing. The inspirations came from various sources. If you...
