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Oct 2014
I gave you the benefit of the doubt
And you corrected me
Clean and disease-free freak
Who still infected me
I extended my heart with both arms
And you rejected me
And now you try to justify
Why you neglected me.
But whatever, right?
Go live your life.
Be YOUR favorite girl, not mine.
Yes I care, I may even cry-
But all my wounds are healed with time.
Stealing hearts is not a crime,
****, why does everything have to rhyme?
There's no rhyme, no reason to this feeling of internal treason
Nothing to say, nothing to do, you're not mine and I don't belong to you
But this feeling of betrayal, I ******* hate it
I wish I could shake it
Or even just take it
Like all the other *******.
But you, you were special
I don't know why you stand out
You were so ******* special
Like a preacher with his hands out
Reaching for the heavens,
Calling out 'Salvation'
Roping me in with your relentless charisma.
I really hate it, can barely take it
The way you made yourself so addictive
So now at the prospect of your eternal absence
My veins itch with fire from the inside out
The creature I slowly become in your shadow
Will leave us with nothing,
Our ambitions devoured.
I'm gonna be honest, I totally forgot about writing this.
Xan Abyss
Written by
Xan Abyss  Palm Springs, CA
(Palm Springs, CA)   
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   Tina Marie
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