Please stop looking at me
With those eyes made of fire.
My eyes are the sea,
And when flames meet the ocean,
The result is pretty lackluster.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC
To my dearest
Or so it would seem
This is the closest I can get to an apology
Because if I’m being honest
Which I rarely am
I’m not sorry
Not one bit
But it’s ok because you don’t know what I’ve done
You don’t know that I feel nothing for you
You don’t know that I’ve cheated on you time and time again and felt no remorse
You don’t know how many times I’ve told you I can’t talk, or that I can’t go on a date with you
Because I always have plenty of time to spare
But I just don’t want to spend it on you
The thing that would make you cry
Is that all I ever saw you as
Was a pawn on a chessboard
And I am incapable
Of seeing you as beautiful
Or loving you
Because I have come to realize
There is no beauty or love in this world
At least not for me.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 8:09 PM UTC