I'll never forget the way
your face twisted in agony,
Flooded down your burnt cheeks,
Impaled by my words,
Haunted by the thoughts
Of drunken adultery.
But this would be the last time.
And as you slung those fiery words
At me with such rage and truth
I had no choice but to agree.
They echoed in my ears like gunshots
Inches from the head, bursting the drums.
You.
Lying.
Cheating.
Bastard.
And you were right.
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Higher Education
PoetryThere comes a point in every person's life where they must move on. I'm trying...by God I'm trying. And this is how I try. By moving on and moving out...to higher education. This is my third collection of poetry, each piece written when my mind and...
