better days
each breath
joins the next
yet…
i am a seed -burnt
thrown aside
guts torn out
and in secret
you gloat
at my ruin
to wither in concrete
my soiled mind
turnt bitter
what became
of us
and better days
jealous rage
and infernos beamed high
in soot -i cry
yet
each breath
joins the next
Photography Poetry dreamscapes listening well lost love suffering this writing life who am I
Amazing writing…I don’t know, in my eyes – u r such a pro = #classic
😘❤️
find ya voice
you always have a choice
what did you teach her
by your example
sex as a weapon
rich
in all save
the most important
thing can you see yaself
in your own mirror s image
ha ! ha ! ha!