I called you at 1:19 A.M.
It rang for 15 seconds.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard you answer.
You hung up immediately.
Everything hurts.
I want to go home.

The accuser
Is really the
Predator,

The prey
Always falls victim
To these predators,

And after their done ******
Us victim's,
They
Apologize,
And say they didint realize what they were doing.
How could you not know,
You are the predator.
Us victim's though,
We dust our feet
And get back up.

I know you see me hurting
Wanting you so badly
I want to be what you need
I wish I wasn't the only one
Who felt this way
I wish I wasn't the only one in love

shadows on the water,
locks of hair in pendants,
love still remembered
though the tide is now
withered like summer grass.

Hⓔⓐⓛⓘⓝⓖ
Eⓧⓒⓘⓣⓘⓝⓖ
Lⓞⓥⓔⓛⓨ
Lⓘⓥⓘⓝⓖ ⓣⓗⓨ ⓦⓞⓡⓓ'ⓢ
Oⓑⓛⓔⓒⓣⓐⓣⓘⓞⓝ
Pⓐⓝⓐⓒⓔⓐ
Oⓐⓢⓘⓢ
Eⓧⓣⓡⓐⓥⓐⓖⓐⓝⓣ
Tⓐⓑⓞⓞ
Rⓔⓟⓛⓔⓝⓘⓢⓗⓘⓝⓖ
Y­ⓘⓝ ⓐⓝⓓ ⓨⓐⓝⓖ.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry