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Mar 2018
The slate was white and pure
If I've ever seen one before
But my vision is out of focus

I thought you were pink
Switching my views
Realizing it was blood not red ink

Perspective and mindset
You're making me melt
I know it's my own fault I'm placed in this hell

I manipulate all too well
My lies consume the volume of your truth

You want to get close
I'll close the door on you

You sat and screamed
I ignored the alarm and went back to sleep

Or at least you thought I was on snooze
When you snuck in
I winked ...

Still caressing the knife as I clean your sheets
Sweet dreams

Don't talk to me if you're going to treat me like I don't exist
You try to flip the handle, on me?
I'm a lioness, not a snail
Now your skin is turning pale

Sweating, you exhale
I thought you knew
I told you, I wasn't good for you

Too bad you walked into your own ****** scene
The caution tape, yellow and bright
Just like the moon

You should've seen the light
The night you died

I killed you, I know
But you wanted to die

It showed
This was all a game
I have nothing to gain but pain anyways

So I'm dropping you off
Not my fault you scraped your knee
No need for me to point out the fact that you're bleeding

You swooned,
And at that moment
I bagged you.
Created 1.13.18
Written by
Lady Misfortune  17/F/Ohio
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