Your hands slip
from my grasp
and I scream
as you walk away
from me.
You promised me,
baby.
You promised me
you would never
walk away
no matter how hard
this would be!
You promised me
you would make this work,
but you walked away.
Now,
my heart is torn open,
spread out
like blood on a blade.
Baby,
do not come back.
I do not need you anymore.
~ Taylor-Anne
November 11, 2018.
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My Bittersweet Tangerine Heart | 2
PoetryHighest Ranks: #1 in poetrycommunity 10/11/19. #6 in poetrybook 10/11/19. #2 in eroticpoetry 2/10/2020. Created & Published: 10/24/2018. Completed: 10/19/19. This is the second collection of my poetry. Welcome, these poems are a continuation of...
