Why the **** did I loved you so hard That it became hard to forget you? Why the hell, we met on that day And I gave my heart away when I shouldn't have let you?
Why on Earth is it like this The more you love and care for one The more they choose to torture you and become of someone's
The ******* *******, tears of mine Stop spreading He isn't worth it, my dear Stop caring.
" Someone who will truly love you Will always find his way to you" They said Why the **** did I found the wrong one Why the hell did I break my own heart?
He simply walked off, as if nothing happened I wonder if he could do the same to someone he truly loved? So, I told myself Darling, Know your worth Pen down your thoughts Let the anxiety release He is never coming back and it's okay It's okay to be alone, rather than begging someone "Please"
A friend once told a girl I liked that I was obsessed with death and I yelled and screamed as I denied it but it must have too much for her as she walked away and never talked to me again that night I punched the wall till my hand bled it was that or the knife that’s a lie I never cut myself why would I write that? I was probably looking for attention that’s what they say isn’t it it’s only for attention not because I don’t know how to feel or how to deal with my emotions not because I can’t talk to my friends I’ll never say how much it hurts and so they’ll never know Sometimes they do know though and they ask and I lie Saying everything is fine when I just wait for them to go so I can cry but I’m just looking for attention so what do I know now I wonder if my friend was right the day he told a girl I liked that I was obsessed with death truth be told the thought of death does bring me comfort Not suicide gods no but the idea of an eternal sleep free of anxiety or emotions to trouble me does seem quite tempting and now I write poems about my emotions trying to put into words what I don’t understand and hoping someone relates truth is I never liked that girl all that much and my heart is dead but not quite and life is grand I mean horrible and love is everything but also a lie and this poem is like my mind: a chaotic cacophony of thoughts and feelings all mixed into one.
First time I've ever written in this style, it was fun
If I cry baby would it make you stay? My Tears and I We’re pieces of the game you play. Baby why , why does it have to be this way? My Tears and I Are pieces of the game you play. If I gave you my heart It wouldn’t be enough . The things ... The things you make your trophy’s of . broken... Broken hearts and long lost loves. Decorations on the walls that you put up.
Baby if I call your name will you come to me? If I let desire get the best of me? Can I , hold you tight Until there’s ecstasy? Baby if I call you will you Come to me? And If I ...gave you my heart it wouldn’t be enough. The things ... The things you make your trophy’s of broken ... broken hearts and long lost loves. Decorations on the walls that you put up.
Baby what If I Scream Out for you? I had a bad night waking up without you And you’re not here So I fear I have to face the truth You were never here My Love and I have no proof And If I ...gave you my heart it wouldn’t be enough. The things ... The things you make your trophy’s of broken... Broken hearts and long lost loves Decorations on the walls that you put up.
I would tell you that it was a ghost cage your wings fluttered against. There is no ruse darling, no intent to capture you, my dear. There again, when your restlessness disrupted our peace. In an unintended moment, I assumed you were trying to leave me. When harsh words ensued, amidst strategic insults, into your wounds I dug my fingers in deeper as my own shield. Refusing to relent, I pressed until your lips ushered the words I thought I needed to hear. But before you tell me to go, before I turn to leave. Understand my fragility. Know this resolve was not easy. Believe that I loved deeply, shared secrets untold. Brought you close to my heart , imprinted you unto my soul. In prospect that fate might never lead you back to me. In a world that denies most their happy ever after endings. My love. I knew I had to let you go. I had to set you free.
You should've taught me how to LET GO , I stood dumb frozen without a clue, on how to tackle your practical overlook . You kept explaining that we weren't meant to be . How could i grasp ,without bursting into tears. You felt fine after you emptied your heart, you played my emotions and conveniently left . And i stayed back not knowing how to move ahead . You should've taught me how to LET GO , beforehand .