Spaghetti brains 
or maybe its a mop 
covered in prego sauce 
but wait I heard a shot
pots and pans spilled 
all over the floor: bLoOd
the smell of ground beef, covers the walls, SpLaTtErEd
Or is it flesh, who knows ?
the chef is laying
on the floor, face down 
The heat in the kitchen must've been to much,  displayed by the bullet shell, Yes only one, Suicide for lunch, his life wasn't the only thing lost
but also my appetite, Gone 
Spaghetti brains

Umbilical cord
you kept me alive and well

Those 8.5 months 
weren't nearly long enough 

As soon as we 
became quickly unattached 

ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE 
everything heard from within 

Was in fact not an act 
it was MY NEW WORLD 

Umbilical cord 
we were separated at birth 

Oh how I missed you 
when I left our earth 

You always fed me 
safely we remained together 

UNTIL BIRTH

There used to be a key to my heart, that was before she tore it apart, now I'm just desperate for love

My heart is now a pin cushion next to her sewing machine, she tore it out when she was done with me, now she punctures it with pins and needles used for thread, oh how I dread ever trusting her with my heart

She knew I hated cigarettes, right down to her nicotine breath, she really wanted to get back, she made threats I would never love again, my heart in her hand, she split it in two right down the middle, now each side placed on her two nightstands, both covered in ashes from her put out cigarettes, not just of hers but her many lovers too, my heart now her ashtrays

Back to school savings 
Buy one get one free tazers 
and bulletproof vests

You cant hide 
behind a name 
Years ago 
I was Rob Grove 
On this website 
I wasn't sure then 
the power of poetry 
I neglected my profile 
all my poems then 
were about heartbreak 
Then during Covid 19
I re-Discovered my profile 
I was at the lowest of lows 
just lost the love of MY LIFE 
I hated who I was 
I was the product of 
A BAD PAST 
that I NEVER DEALT WITH 
many skeletons rested 
In my closet 
So I created Reborn-Rob
a fictitious character 
that allowed me to ACCEPT 
the past by not actually 
OWNING IT 
See I was a NARCASSIST 
and we can't be seen 
any less than PERFECT
​​​400 poems later 
the truth that was buried 
​​​was awaken from my 
CHILDHOOD GRAVE 
so many memories 
I suppressed from fear 
So many horror stories 
that I never healed from 
I had a ton of support 
along with haters too
They didn't UNDERSTAND 
or SEE what I was going through 
With each write, song, story, poem, freestyle 
I felt so much better and the weight of the past drama 
WASNT DICTATING MY LIFE 
Shortly after 
I became sick with 
my entire profile 
and felt I needed to 
MOVE-ON 
That's when I created
SHALLOW WATERS 
figuring I made it back to 
Mental-shore 
NO MORE GOING OFF THE 
DEEP-END 
That lasted awhile 
mostly going through my past lovers and the drama 
It felt better to be a part of 
Calmer waters 
But then ....... 
I realized ...
MY MENTAL DISORDER
was still controlling me 
I WAS HIDING BEHIND 
ALL THESE NAMES 
and that's when 
Robert James Grove 
WAS ACCEPTED 
knowing ALL three profiles 
WERE HIM 
With all the pain, hurt, abuse
baggage and bad decisions 
WERE MINE TO OWN 
I gave up my personification that ONLY I HAD ABOUT ME 
I wasn't fooling anyone 
BUT MYSELF 
Now I'm coping with it all 
A-Z but accepting it's always been ME these are 
MY SCARS to
OVERCOME