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Jun 2018
That is what I am, that is who I am
No one dares look at me twice
Every where I go, they ask themselves what happened to me
Kids point at me and hide behind their parents
My face is smeared with ****** scars
When they ask me why Iā€™m bleeding ,
I tell them about you!!!!!

I tell them of the late nights i spent in your arms
I tell them of how passionately we made love and the words you whispered in my ears
I tell them of our long conversations and the echo of our laughs
I tell them of the promises and the vows we made under the moonlight
I tell them of how deep my love for you was and how it would have followed you to hell

But I also tell them of the wet pillow I put out every morning after crying myself to sleep
I tell them of how you left me shattered like glass with no desire to live
Of the nights and days I strangle myself to death in my dreams just to escape the pain of not having you
I tell them of how i have died more than once
I tell them of how I had to rip out my heart because your name was tattooed on it
And I could not bear the thought of you in someone else s arms

Of how I long for your love
And how I still have vivid memories of your scent
I tell them of how even at my best, I was never good enough for you
I tell them of how I never meant anything to you other than a fling
Finally I tell them that the scars I have are just proof of how much I ever loved you
Written by
felicity  24/F/Zimbabwe
(24/F/Zimbabwe)   
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   JL Smith
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