As useful as a rotten egg.
A subservient verbal punching bag.
Tonight we said goodbye for good.
Dishonesty and fright withstood.
No more tears during dazzling nights.
No making up after epic fights.
In the dark, I see just who I am:
a clown, padding, anything but your man.
Way too late for a brand new start.
Why would someone steal a broken heart?

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Vincent Van Zandvoort
Vincent Van Zandvoort

Vincent Van Zandvoort is a writer of poetry, prose & short fiction. Science fiction - fantasy - supernatural - thriller - drama. ©️ Copyright 2020-2023. Vincent Van Zandvoort. All Rights Reserved.

Poetry / Prose
Poetry / Prose

I compose poetry and prose about the disappointments of life; dishonest people we come across; crushed hopes and expectations; the corruption that lies within everyone, but also lighter stuff.

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