Seclusion is amusing,
And places me in content,
I can relax with my mind,
Pick up the pen and vent,
Draw out my thoughts,
With emotions as my lure,
Negativity caught,
So the rest of me is pure,
See the obvious abyss,
And watch it glare back,
Reminding me of a *****,
That had a nice rack,
That's about all though,
******, didn't swallow,
Planned speech like a talk show,
She left, I lost all hope,
That's before I realized,
All her evil lies,
And side guys,
I realized,
A perfect life,
Blind to strife,
Cut and cried,
And fantasized,
I'm past that,
I think,
But sometimes,
I bring,
The past to the present,
Or blame the present on the past,
All because of some dumb promise,
That was too broken to last.