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my heart is on fire
this is not a vent, but it's kinda angry so be prepared. let me know what you think
replied to: allnakey, manmadeofashes, and dru-p.
This isn’t a fucking love poem so I won’t speak about it
Not once will I say “I love you” so deal with it
You know who this is about and I’m broke up over bullshit
Crying my fucking eyes out like you hit me in the chest with a bullwhip
Poetry you are not worthy of
You caught and strangled my dove
I’m punching the fucking mirror because I can’t look at myself
Shards of glass and blood drip down onto the shelf
This isn’t a love poem, so kiss my ass
Sorry for being crass, but I feel more broken up then the glass
My chest is ready to explode and expand
Don’t reach out for me I’ll break that hand
Don’t look at me you’re too ugly inside
To deal with me on the outside
Shit, I’m just cursing and cursing because I’m pissed
Standing alone in a dark closet ready to slice my wrists
Ready to break the knuckles in my fist
Ready to do some extreme shit in the name of revenge
Walking towards your house ready to impinge
On your life like you did to mine
Needing to poke your eyes out until you’re blind
Whoa, let me turn it down a few degrees
You broke up with me and discarded me as you pleased
Used me and left me repeatedly
I’m all distraught because of your cruelty
It was like open heart surgery with the anesthesia
I sit alone in my king size bed waiting for you to realize
No fancy words are needed for me to surmise
My heart is on fire...
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How vain it is to sit down and write when you have not stood up to live.
The skill of writing is to create a context in which other people can think.
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