Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2015
I'll never forget how good you were with words
how your tongue cut sharp and spit and dripped with poetic justice.
I read your lines and watch your lips while mine are blurred, they slip my grip

I can't stand your imperfection.
you're a perfectly imperfect person perpetually portraying beautiful pain.
or maybe that's mine in the reflection of your eyes.
our love was filled with beautiful lies.
endless nights both us cryin, tryin, lyin awake, inevitably dying..

but then again who am I to fake cause all those nights I called fate. more like lessons we make then take and we thought otherwise but I bet everyone could relate.  we weren't a mistake. leaving eachother was the only one we made
" I'm just writing "
Inevitable
Written by
Inevitable
Please log in to view and add comments on poems