PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

The Kill


Was it ever, wasn’t ever, never was it, love, somehow it was just good for the heart when the heart wasn’t good from the start, what you don’t need and what you dont have sometimes collide, feeding the empty with the bad to make the pure, that doesn’t work. It was never good, neither was it real, I guess it was just a feel for the kill.

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.