...And let him go.
One of my first poems- it's a sad love poem.
I hope it isn't too mundane- I'm still not good at writing romantics...
Goodbye my angel of mercy. You helped when I hurt. Yet you never hurt me. I could always rely on you.
I ended it first Thinking it would be good
in our anarchic delusion, we confused affection and affliction.
Having writer’s block, so I’m deciding to upload this pretty personal poem I wrote when I had to get out of a toxic relationship with the mother of my child. Sometimes people just aren’t meant to be t...
I've never cried so much I've never felt this kind of pain
Doing what I cant
https://youtu.be/ZhuhTn_5euE
He left me in a blue city, full of neon lights, cigarettes and one night-stands..
To the man who exists now, only in my memory. Fuck what you’ve became.
Written by: Cortney Branum
One of my first poems- it's a sad love poem.
I hope it isn't too mundane- I'm still not good at writing romantics...
Goodbye my angel of mercy. You helped when I hurt. Yet you never hurt me. I could always rely on you.
I ended it first Thinking it would be good
in our anarchic delusion, we confused affection and affliction.
Having writer’s block, so I’m deciding to upload this pretty personal poem I wrote when I had to get out of a toxic relationship with the mother of my child. Sometimes people just aren’t meant to be t...
I've never cried so much I've never felt this kind of pain
Doing what I cant
https://youtu.be/ZhuhTn_5euE
He left me in a blue city, full of neon lights, cigarettes and one night-stands..
To the man who exists now, only in my memory. Fuck what you’ve became.
Written by: Cortney Branum