You're too much like the ones before
Always sneaking in for more
And complain I am such a bore
When I am not a bottom whore
What are we meeting and talking for
Life right now feels like a chore
Trapped with a wave of lust galore
I miss the times you opened the door
The promises and love that you swore
I found sweetness in your rotten core
Even when you left me crying on the floor
Through all the red flags I found my heart sore
My affection will still pour and pour
But I'm just one on the list you score
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
I live in Oxfordshire, England. I used to write a lot of fan fiction and mainly just write poetry now. I've been to over 20 countries and written many books. I'm currently working on a horror story called Heavenly Seas.
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
Comments (2)
This was so heartbreaking and relatable. Loved your poem+
Excellent poetry. Love the lines and the red flag message