He's sorry?
He's sorry?!
Oh, he's sorry now!
He's sorry, he's sorry, he's sorry!
Sorry my fucking ass!
Should have just left me lying there that morning.
Truthfully, it'd just be best if I left.
Seemed he didn't know.
Just what he was to get into.
I honestly can't stand his face.
This lethality is the real deal.
Not really a trace of guilt.
Selfish, but this feel is something I like.
Not a flicker of regret in the face of my actions.
I'll sit atop his chest and hold my breath.
Blood trickling down the corner of his lips.
As I tighten my grip.
I wish I could give him a taste.
No idea that I was the real deal.
But he says he's sorry.
Oh, he's so sorry!
He's sorry, he's sorry, he's sorry!
Sorry my ass!
I scream from the peak of my lungs.
CITEȘTI
Sunrise or Sunset; The Garden of Hugs
PoezieHey all! This is just a collection of primarily free-verse poems I've created. Every poem is a different flower with a theme. To give the feeling of warmth and healing. With a sprinkling of finding resilience from within. That is the overall goal. E...
