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Apr 2014
I wish she knew

I wish I knew what I was thinking.
I wish he knew

She is beautiful

His words are beautiful

Good God she is beautiful.
Rapture

I hate myself for what I have done to him.

I need to get drunk*

I need to bleed myself dry of my thoughts of him

I'll collect my tears

I'll throw away my blood

In a jar the size of my love for myself

I'll chose a blade as sharp as my feelings for him

I'm actually going to try for once

I should have let him go

I'll get roses and a bowl of ice

I'll get my rope, get my knife. I'll get that which I've collected to end my life.

To catch the blood drop for everytime she says no

I should just leave, just go. It's not like he will ever know.

Then I'll take that bowl, put it in front of her, break it and say " well now that we have broken the ice....."

I know I will miss the lips I never got to kiss, but I must go.

Then I'll just break myself , what I am, thinking she would never love me

I will never be good enough for him, I am only robbing him of his happiness and making his life grim.

That's is, I'm calling her now (calls her)

I should say goodbye , but I'll never be able to face the pain. I'll just **** myself now so he can start to benefit and gain (cuts her wrists)

(Your phone rings) don't back out now

(Answers and says "goodbye ")

*I knew it (walks to his drawer, finds his gun and screams "die" and is gone)
Italic parts written by I Wish I Could Cry
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