I don’t usually think through my poems much, I just write (and then Haych edits to make them awesome). I don’t share them much either so hope you enjoy..
It’s dark, dark and grey
Up there in her head.
An empty beat circulates hurt
And ache onto them.
One word, one smile, one
Glance and dead they are
Or even worse, ruined.
Excruciating torment she drowns them in,
Shattering souls as she takes a breath.
Bleeding agony, their happiness is
Ripped away never to be seen again.
Her once vibrant heart, so black,
So rotten will kill them. Her heart yearns
Though her inner creature
Oozes but only anguish.
It’s cold there. Feel the gust of
Wind strong and heavy and strong.
It breaks you don’t touch it, she’ll
Break you. You may see the warning,
You can try to be careful,
But it’ll always be too late.
You are them.