Playing with Broken Hearts: A poetry Collection about relationships from the villains perspective

Somebody has to be the villain...might as well be me. From my debut poetry collection: "Frankenstein" I plucked out my eyeballs So you could see the world. Ripped my arms from the socket To give you strength you lacked. Broke my legs off at the hip And watched as you ran free. I gave until there was nothing left To sacrifice but blood from my veins. But you didn’t see me You couldn’t carry me You didn’t want to set me free These stitches lend to lessons learned that the monster in me is the monster I made into you And there are so many ways You can mangle a body. Preorder for only 99 cents! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B086ZBDGX5