I should have wrote more
the feelings you gave me
in the very beginning.
The butterflies, the heart pounding.
Now all I feel is sadness.
A constant reminder that
you weren't the one,
How I look weak and null.
You've said things so honest
For the first time I know the real you.
Knowing you would sleep with her?
Touch her, kiss her, **** her.
Things I did with you that made it special.
That made it love for me.
I suppose I've learned not all ***
is love, romance and forever.
This place is home, where I can vent.
Even if this isn't poetic..
Lord knows I'm not poetic.
I just have feelings
Thoughts and fears.
They either turn to poems
Or tears.