Bad Angel

Falling, not flying.
Hurting, not mending.
The end of good things.
They say, “Nobody’s perfect.”

You don’t belong
where we are and it’s
hard for you to not
argue.

Compromising, not obeying.
Leaving, not staying.
You started a fight.
I confined in silence.

Where you are,
they can’t stop
looking at your bad
side.

 

2017

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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