This poem describes my inner voice…

Your sordid truth is repulsive.

This poem is confused about love and how I have aggression toward it for hurting me.

Some manuscripts are better left unwritten…serving a stronger purpose…without so much as a second thought…

Once upon a time you were my world.

I want you to go.

You seek to please God.

I hope the angels will relieve you of this pain.

You don’t know me.

The things you do are criminal.