You were the cause of all of this,
and for that I can never forgive you,
My heart used to bleed waiting for you to show me love,
The pure kind that all the authors write about,
But I don't think you were capable,
So I lay in sorrow waiting for you to show me some type of apologetic behaviour,
But you don't because you are the spawn of Satan,
You were moulded in the deepest most darkest pits of fire,
you changed my destiny,
my eyes forever show fear and anger,
you couldn't leave my soul untouched,
you are poison,
you are death,
when you did what you did,
I died right there,
and I will never come back,
I hate you so much and I want to hurt you like you hurt me,
But I won't,
I'll just wait for your life to fall apart.
YOU ARE READING
17th Street.
PoetryThese are short poems I wrote throughout my 17th street of life and it was the only way I deemed fit for me to heal and ascend out of all the love and heartbreak and loss I've had to deal with. I wrote them in hopes that one day I'd get to look back...
