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Feb 2015
I told you this would happen;
I would hurt you and you would be empty,
I warned you I was a **** up,
But you thought you could fill me whole again;

So the first time I pushed you, and
Took my problems out on You,
You bandaged your wounds
and smiled like it didn't hurt;
     The second time was different.
You yelled and hit and pushed and cried
back at my knife
Digging into your heart.

And with every screaming fight and boxing match would cut
A new hole into your heart,
Letting it bleed out all emotions. To become unattached
Like I already was;


And when you were finally through;
When everything I was to you became worthless,
I could feel your frigid insides;
As numb drifted through your veins,
And every part of you became empty as you drifted away;

By the time you had the courage to leave me,
A new scar had formed over your wounds
That will never fully heal;
And your broken heart will just be
a reminder,
That you can never love some one that
Cannot feel;

I told you this would happen;
I warned you never to get close,
Because now you'll be like me;
Empty
Parris
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