You fell out of my life like
a falling star, at first you
fell hard crashing into my heart.

You left me with a broken heart,
drowning in my sorrow drifting
on a Sea of tears.

Your heart is so shallow,
I hit bottom before I could
safe myself from your hollow.

Your emptiness devoured my love,
your black heart swallowed it
like it was nothing.

You're a pitiful shadow, a theft
in the night, a deviant blister
sore and raw.

Such a deviant fellow, I thought
you loved me.

Only to find you wanted to steal
what is mine.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Do you dare to love a broken heart?

Love me but love me not if
you want to change who and
what I am.

For happiness is in the here
and now, to accept me for me
and you for you.

That's true love.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The obituary of my heart.
Rest in pieces, my broken heart.

Burning hearts ignite with desire,
unspoken words are left on their
lips.

Unforgettable but forgotten
by time, for all things parish.

The rose’s withered, the wine
dried, and the passion cooled
with passing time.

My heart shattered, scared
and bruised, beat and neglected,
he never knew how to love me.
He’s incapable.

He fooled me with lies
and conspiracies,
victimizing himself to
victimize me.

He’s guilty of abuse and drug use.

I am guilty of loving and trusting him.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Pumpkin spice and nothing nice,
Donald Trump lost his mind.

Pumpkin Donny Donald Trump
thought he could have his pumpkin
pie and eat it too.

I guess he didn't realize his brain
rotted years ago and it yeeted
itself out leaving him with
a 72 IQ.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Everything changed but I remain unchanged.

Time forgot about me, as I walk
the night burning with desire.

Like a flame to a moth my energy
draws you in, for a quick bite.

As the dark fades I stalk
the night, underneath the clouds
and street lights I crawl forth
from the shadows.

As I slowly crawl back into the dark
dampness of my crypt, I slip into
the grave.

Goodnight, sleep tight don't let
the vampires bite. If they do just
take your shoes and run run run...

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Eternity stretching out in front
of me.

The rose's dead a long time ago,
they lie in piles of dried petals.

As the brick and mortar crack
and crumble I remain untouched.

Cold bone underneath the stone,
ghosts linger on memories of the
living.

Lie me down on a bed of rose's
as I remain unchanged, cry me
a river and let me float
down the sorrowful tears
of my memories.

Eternal nights carry me,
blood bindes me to this life.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Body dysphoria is like
having a monster as a reflection.

My mirror self is distorted
alien and monstrous.

I don’t see myself in reality
instead my mind sees static
confusion and an oddity.

Imagine seeing a bumpy lumpy
mass of hair and fingernails
with deeply wrinkled skin
everytime you look in the mirror.

That’s what I see.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton