When they drew my blood,
it reminded me of how painful it was
to watch you leave.
We were a good match,
a fun couple,
so why did you leave, baby?
Our love must not be damning to our souls,
to this connection we have made.
For there was one who was psychotic,
who was damning to my soul,
to my life.
You are not like him,
my love;
you are not like that damning motherfucker
who tried to destroy the depths of my heart,
of my soul,
who purposely took advantage of me.
Baby,
you have not broken me like he did.
~ Taylor-Anne
October 28, 2019.
YOU ARE READING
My Heart of Desires | 3
ПоэзияThis is the third poetry book of mine. Welcome to my journey of self-love and finding happiness. These poems ARE mature. Thank you, my dear readers, for reading my poetry. Created & Published: October 6, 2019. #14 in description 2/10/2020. #114...
