NO MO BROKEN BOIS
I gave him so much
My time, attention and awe
But now he disses me in his art
You won't believe my angst.
So saddened I ward him off
It's my heart that breaks.
Months and months, seven more again
He dragged me on a quest that I had to bear
Soon as I detach he spirals, it makes no sense
That broken man, I should've stayed away
I'm pondering and filled with detest
Well, lesson learned
No more broken men.
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POETY: A COMPILATION
PoetryHealing through the pen. Growing through the pen. Spiralling through the pen. Acceptance through the pen. Forgiving through the pen.
