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Aug 2018
I didn't push you
You decided to walk away
Couldn't bear the taste of
Defeating over a heart that
Was once in your hand

I'm not even surprised
I would throw up, too
'Coz my heart is dark and bubbly
Bitterly smelling and rotting slowly
In a chest of a girl
Who's perfectly alive

And now you're here again
Visiting my mind
But I won't let you stay
You've started a graveyard
In my head and in my heart

Maybe if things went different
There would be “lover” on your stone
And few days ago I saw here “friend”
Now I can't help but write “stranger” again

And there you are
Wandering in my mind asking for flowers
But I won't visit your grave
Not even once again

Because there's no point
Mourning over people
Who are dead, yet alive
Why would I cry again if I did it before?

The corpses are falling apart, slowly
Memories idealised, lying
Pretending how pretty it was
When we were together, trying to
Make me remember things I don't want

The look in your glassy eyes is irking
Not even trying to pretend the woe
Over somebody you've lost
Because you don't care enough to go to the funeral
Of someone you loved and trusted blindly
Calling me sweet and holding me tightly

And in my thoughts
It's like kissing a skull
Dead hand grabbing mine
Reaching from dirt and mud

We are the same
Living skeletons of one another
Living without a shame
We lost a lover

You started a graveyard
As a first man
I started a graveyard
By not loving them

And you started a row of lovers
But their love was never requited
So I pushed them down a cliff of disappointment
Or they choose to go the same path as you did
Not like there's a difference

Because whatever way you choose
I'll let you down, either fall or walk
And at the end you just see your name on a stone
And me, putting the heart I ripped out your chest
To put it in another and bury it six feet down

Where I can't reach it anymore
Unfortunately, where you can't reach it, too
So after all this time, I still have your heart
But I won't call you mine

You're just a memory on faded photograph
That I put by the stone
One last time I visited
And never came back again
For the boy who promised he won't leave
Written by
Emmky  16/F/Czech Republic
(16/F/Czech Republic)   
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