This is my first poem in years. I don't know where it came from or the inspiration for it but I hope you like it.
My heart can’t really take too much more.
My hand is on the handle of the door.
I saw you with her and that was the end.
I’m leaving and I hope I never see you again.
I look back before I toss the match.
I leave as the flame meets the gas.
You broke my heart so I burned you down.
I bet if you had the chance you’d have turned her down.
2 comments:
That's powerful. Not that I would want to burn anybody down but I liked several of your lines
Thank you! I wouldn't blow someone up either I'm still not sure where this came from but I am glad you enjoyed it.
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