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"No. Don't. Just stay inside." As you say. I don't dare ask why. "It is nice this way. And I can hear your heart." "It sounds so loud." (You treacherous heart) But that wasn't the deal. And how can I handle that? ... What was the deal? "This is just *** No kisses or romance or... "Let's just forget." ... I tried. Wished to. But I wonder you see... "Just leave me alone. I won't talk about that." ...you censored the things that troubled you still. "That is hilarious. And you are sad." And your schadenfreude is not humane. "I don't know what that is. I also don't care." But I knew your humanity all too well. "Stop talking about it. And thinking too." I have still the right to ******* care about you! "Look. Cut it now. All my friends know." I feel betrayed and now the end appears close. ... "Oh, well, you know. I may have possibly found you love-able. Once." You mean fuck-able, right? Can't mean anything else. "Why are you talking like that? I don't like it. It is not you." (So-over-you attitude) (Couldn't-care-less eyes) -I won't budge. She's tearful, now, and then she smiles. Just when I was giving in. "This is such a funny thing!" Almost impossible. Anger me, please! I once couldn't stand one bit, you looking sad. Faking is not me. You did deserve it. "Well, night now. My boyfriend has come." You'll have *** till dawn and boring chat. You told me so. I walk to my room, and insanely alone, I shatter my mind with one simple truth: I loved you too much. You couldn't say you loved me back. "It was just ***** back then. Didn't think that much." And I was just a friendly mistake. Mea culpa and it's gone.
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
Roomates-Besties Have *** for Fun (a long, sad poem)
"No. Don't. Just stay inside." As you say. I don't dare ask why. "It is nice this way. And I can hear your heart." "It sounds so loud." (You treacherous heart) But that wasn't the deal. And how can I handle that? ... What was the deal? "This is just *** No kisses or romance or... "Let's just forget." ... I tried. Wished to. But I wonder you see... "Just leave me alone. I won't talk about that." ...you censored the things that troubled you still. "That is hilarious. And you are sad." And your schadenfreude is not humane. "I don't know what that is. I also don't care." But I knew your humanity all too well. "Stop talking about it. And thinking too." I have still the right to ******* care about you! "Look. Cut it now. All my friends know." I feel betrayed and now the end appears close. ... "Oh, well, you know. I may have possibly found you love-able. Once." You mean fuck-able, right? Can't mean anything else. "Why are you talking like that? I don't like it. It is not you." (So-over-you attitude) (Couldn't-care-less eyes) -I won't budge. She's tearful, now, and then she smiles. Just when I was giving in. "This is such a funny thing!" Almost impossible. Anger me, please! I once couldn't stand one bit, you looking sad. Faking is not me. You did deserve it. "Well, night now. My boyfriend has come." You'll have *** till dawn and boring chat. You told me so. I walk to my room, and insanely alone, I shatter my mind with one simple truth: I loved you too much. You couldn't say you loved me back. "It was just ***** back then. Didn't think that much." And I was just a friendly mistake. Mea culpa and it's gone.
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
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