I sit laughing
at your ignorance
How is it that other things
are more imporant than me
You flaunt around
with all your nonsense
but I'm left here floundering
Why do you do this?
Do you enjoy it?
Because I surely don't
My world was yours
but now it's broken.
We are broken.
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Breaking Through the Heartaches
PoetryHave you ever wanted to tell someone how you feel, but never had the guts to? I have always found that when I write a poem, I always feel better after. Yes, most are dark, but not all. My poems are an escape into this writing world where I can be f...
