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Jul 2014
[Laughs a lil...]
**** don't even hurt no more
That's what I've been telling myself
I cried over you each night
As if you were the suffix to my last breath
And that without you I wouldn't make it
to my next romance audition

I called you my personal cherub
I said my own angel
Little did I know that you would be
One of the fallen
I described you in the best metaphor available
Compared you to the only
Paradise I knew
Because you lit up the sun
Eros was your middle name

I was lovestruck
With a dash of promise
And a whole lot of assumptions
That maybe it was true
Thinking I was the one
but your imprint was on someone else
a connection I decided long ago to break
But you are like a hyperbole
Of my next love life
And I've been imprisoned
In rusting shackles and chains
Because I could not stop you
When you captured my heart

I was not saved in time
I was the perfect combination of
a dire omen
And bad luck
was my last enchantment
And as if my heartbeat was not loud enough
I heard you whisper my name
In all the shades of black and blue

Now if you hadn't gotten it by now
I have been breathing fire
since the day I was born
And you took that light out of me
But now I am an ice queen
Who's heart is stone hard
And I will not let you
Crush something
That was stepped on
A million lifetimes ago
He was my Crush. Turned Lover. And became my Sorrow
Kaybelow Basbee Dow
Written by
Kaybelow Basbee Dow  CapCity, South Africa
(CapCity, South Africa)   
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