Ms Death
I enjoy destroying men.
Well, boys. Hurting them, ruining them.
However you want to phrase it, the point is I love it.
I suppose I do it simply because I can,
but I know its much deeper than just that.
Silly little boys, just looking for sex. Thats all they are.
I change that.
I show them what love is,
I sit with them silently and let them cry on me
like theyve never cried before.
I promise them I'll love them forever,
I take them from their friends,
I turn them into bag carriers and cute picture takers,
I hold their hands and their hearts.
and then I leave. I just leave.
There was one boy once, a boy I truly loved.
With all of my heart. I had no intent of leaving him.
But I finally met my match
a mr.death, in the flesh.
I met the boy who did to me
what Ive done to so many others.
Karmas a *****, isnt she?
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
