Broken pieces

Reality born

Fool, I’m not the only one

Blinded chess player



Trust, jackhammer crushed

Instincts need to set

The rules

His loss, that I trust







Chest heavy, eyes puffed

Fake smiles

Symptoms of heart break

Bad break up?


The Great Divide


Nothing is picture perfect

It’s always just surface


No trophy wife display

Without a word to say


No deception when

He feels an erection


No crocodile tears

Or empty promises


Fresh flowers to

Falsify fucking

Erased from

My heart




Loss of his name

Face and scent


Throw dirt on the

Casket door



Stranger in every sense

Of the word





No one is messing

With me myself or I


Not Blinded

by anyone’s