Aftermath (Your Not Worth Even Editing / Finishing This Poem) Poem by Damon Harper

Ohhh, what a dive.
I just went down with you.
for a few now it seems
Like it’s the end…The end of the of the line….
The end of our time… with me and you
You took the air right out of me with all that sh; t you slang
You mount me …I aint your ride,
Or let you into my life Or in my brain
But least my soul
That thing you take
And eat like whale among the souls
Of tiny little pains, that you can find
Up on windows painted frames
You can buy, I am destyoy
I am that pain inside your soul that crys out my name
And every single tear, that’s falls from your eyes,
I gave up the count