detach / d , infidelity
grunge poetry

detach / d

i invest / d my time .
she infest / d my mind .
then she left when i was depress / d .
… i wonder why .
i never loved her .
only want / d to fucK her .
she tells me i ‘ m liKe the others ,
but is that a crime ?
i discover / d used rubbers
under her covers .
her words stutter / d .
my heart broKe .
i haven ‘ t recover / d .
… shatter / d .
but , what ‘ s that matter ?
as soon as i had her trust
when she turn / d her bacK
i would ‘ ve stab / d her .
dead .
emotionally , hopefully .
… bruises heal .
got to Kill hope vocally .
her love ‘ s potency
was choKing me n
the way she haunts my dreams
has broKen me .
totally .
poor old me .
guess i ‘ m a sucKer for love .
but , whatever fills the void
is my drug .
… since she left .
there ‘ s nothing left
except hurt n hatred .
she tooK the rest .
i ‘ d waKe up in cold sweats
from those texts about cold sex ,
” what ‘ chu thinK ? ”
… her love song is off Key .
a catchy pop tracK about
getting bacK at me .
… she says
in the bacK of my head
” you should Kill yourself ,
in bed . ”
truth bled
then she fled .
” you can trust me ”
is what she said .
… that ‘ s how it goes .
two destructive personalities
aren ‘ t compatible .
… bad choices
confirm self – worthlessness ;
she fits perfect
w / destructive urges .
… it ‘ s time
to call it quits .
those words hurt worse
than sticKs n stones , it ‘ s
useless to reminisce
when the freshest wounds
are still left to stich .

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