I don’t want you anymore.

Cheating is a very low thing to do to your partner.

These broken dreams are worthless.

You showed no mercy at all.

Your death made hearts bleed.

Memory of Tom.

This is a poem I wrote about someone feeling guilty for having been a burden on their lover and debating on whether or not to end their life so they will no longer add to their struggle.

She could be so callous.

Poem about blood cell.

You are defeated.