You are a stubborn man;
I see that through and through;
You have no direction or plan,
But it is still you who I pursue.
You are a rowdy teen,
Laughing through the night
I could have never foreseen
That we would end in spite.
I am a prize,
Escaping your hands.
I feel your heavy eyes
And your exhausting demands.
I am worn-out and forgotten,
I was always just for show;
In hindsight our love was rotten,
But it was all so long ago.
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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 | 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲
PoetryA collection of poems based on heartbreak, love, and healing. (Just know the theme of 'love' is very broad so it won't just be romantic love.) There is no order in the poems, they are standalone under the same theme. There is no updating schedule...
