antsy and angry
threw the bomb
the wedding party exploded
what a waste
my tears are like lava
but the tears are not for them
celebrated revenge
mocked memories
it didn't have to end this way
not necessarily in a rush
to tear you all to pieces
petals shredded in the dirt
it's not going to be so easy for you
like you thought
your mind is so wrong
my heart is so strong
now that I'm afar off
now your first dance
will be nine feet under
the lightning knew
far too well
and this is as much as I'll tell
for now...
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Great poem! Fantastic!