Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2018
I Still ******* Hate You.
Can't Let It Go, Can't Let It Be,
Can't Even Breath, I'm Suffocating.

My Ire Expands Like Fire.
Why Fan The Flames? Don't Treat Me Like ****, I Know Your Games,
I Climbed From That Pit.

You Turn Around & Tell Tall Tales,
Watch Faces Pale As I Tip The Scales,
You'll Be Left Behind To Bite Your Nails,
Tides Will Turn You'll Hide From Gales.

Watch Me As I Offload My Hurt,
Watch Me Wash Away This Dirt,
Watch Me Wake Up I'm Alert,
Watch Me Wish You Were The First.
Harry Roberts - First Hurt © 13/11/18
Harry Roberts
Written by
Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
340
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems