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Think about you less and less,
Everyday you miss your chance,
Someday you'll never cross my mind,
And you'll sit there wondering,
Why you wasted your time.
You made your choice,
I'll say it again,
You can't have me,
I can't be your friend,
Throw it all away,
Watch the ashes burn,
Yeah I know we were in love,
But this time it's just not our turn,
Pass me by,
You think I'll cry,
But you've got another thing coming,
I'm no fool,
I don't need you,
To chase me, to not chase me,
Either way, from you I am running,
It's done,
It's done,
The battles been won,
We both lost,
But someday,
Love will carry on.
Was I the second choice?
Am I just second best?
Things didn't work with the first,
So you moved on to the next.
I can't help but think,
You're still in love with her.
Everything's so confusing,
Why can't it just be clear?
This game of back and forth,
Is tearing me apart,
But because I love you,
I'll just wait for you to break my heart.
It's hard to remember a time,
When it was not just you and me
A time where instead,
It was us, them, and we.
A pair we once were,
attached at the hip,
Until I ******* up,
Let you slip through my grip.
Your words were all lies,
But that doesn't make way,
To the fear in your eyes.
The fear that I caused,
Because of your lies,
This round about confusion,
I don't know why.
Why do I feel so bad?
I stood up for myself.
Yet somehow I feel,
Like I'm going to hell.
You deserved to be put in your place,
I keep telling myself,
But did you really?
I can't really tell.
I got it off my chest,
But at what price?
I've caused more pain,
Than all of your lies.
An eye for an eye,
And now we're both blind.
An eye for an eye,
And now pain floods my mind.
There once was a time,
Of us, them, and we,
But after all this,
Theres just you,
and theres just me.
Memories are fuzzy,
Just like a dream,
It's usually not like me,
To yell, shout, and scream.
My words were like daggers,
****** in by your magnetic pull,
Until we were left alone in the water,
With no where to go.
Now theres two more lonely people,
Left to fend for themselves,
In this ****** up world,
Well, I'll meet you in hell.
I should be happy,
Things should be a breeze,
But nothings the way it should be.
Everythings difficult, not easy.
I feel like im losing you instead,
And not to her, no,
But to my own ****** up head.
The fear of pain
Causes no more gain,
Happy is now the unknown,
Im just surrounded by these bad thoughts,
Whenever im alone.
If its not erasing,
Its ripping.
If its not ripping,
Its cutting.
Erasing.
Ripping.
Cutting.
Treat my body like a blank canvas of paper,
Waiting to be tampered with.
Because paper is nothing until you make something of it.
Nobody frames a blank sheet of paper,
But they place priceless figures on those who are
Erased.
Ripped.
Cut.
Those who are worthy enough to be
Erased.
Ripped.
Cut.
I just want to be worthy
So i
Erase
Rip
Cut
Myself until somebody finds the beauty in me
The beauty to frame me, and hang me on a wall
To show me off to the world
To place priceless figures on me
Desperate for worth
I erase
Rip
Cut
And take it upon myself
To hang me on a wall with frayed string
Attatched to my heart
And with every spectator who looks at me
I realize that they want nothing to do with me
No matter how much i
Erased
Ripped
Cut
I was an amateur in my technique
And with every
Erasing
Rip cut
I erased my beauty
Ripped my worthiness
Cut my price
So i broke the string
That hung me to the wall
And bleached myself back to my original state
Taped my pieces back together
And ironed out my wrinkles
But the thing about paper
Is no matter how hard you try to make it as beautiful as the original
It will forever show the scars
From the battles it went through
When her lungs failed her
When her body gave into age
When dimesia had taken over
My grandmother put on lipstick
And fixed her permed hair
First she made herself beautiful
Then waited for time to claim her
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