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Jennifer DeLong Mar 2019
Where once you knew
That which confuses
Brings one to question so many things
How can it be so untrue
Why were you so oblivious
Why did , I not see what , I knew
I was so consumed in you
I believed fell into the hope
I trusted that's the truth
I trusted you
So I'm not just hurt but mad at me
A bit disppointed in what I thought
You wonder why , I refuse to trust
You wonder why , I question now
I will not be confused by mask of deception or be fooled by pleasure
If I know if I knew
no longer will , I be left to question
© Jennifer Delong 3/11/19
Eric Jan 2019
When someone tells you they love you
What does that mean to you ?
It means
I lose everything
I lose my very being
I lose everything I'm used to seeing
But love you decieve me
Tricked me into contentment
Believing I was comfortable
High Apon my feet shouting with Glee
But you decieved me.
Now I am alone
Not making a move
Because it comes with a fee
You take it so easily
As I crumble
With every part of me
I'm lost
The cost
Is too much
I let go
And forget I breath
I thought I was better
To know
When I was decieved.
Kelsey Oct 2018
you say your there for me.
but when I really open up to you,
you just don't want to see it.
you act like you care,
but when I have these thoughts,
and break downs,
I ring and your never there.

© Copyright Tyler Atherton
Josh Overson Jan 2018
If I didn’t care I wouldn’t say anything...
When I think about you it hurts to breathe, all along there was pain up your sleeve. Thrown over my head, hidden under your bed, I wasn’t shown a thread...
Utterly decievied
*I can’t remember sleep
Did you ever dream?
JayceeJellies Dec 2017
Some people say my sad brain deceives me, I wonder if it's true?
Leila The Kiwi Apr 2016
I was once told:
"You can trust me"
"I'm here to help"
And "I'm here for you"
My innocent mind believed each word.
You had me convinced.
Looking back,
I can't help but wince

Your job is done;
I'm coated in your venom.
So, away you slither,
Abandoning me a final time.
Quietly, I wither

I don't blame you.
After all,
Who would want to hold
A heart laced with mold?

Nayana Nair Jan 2017
I have an idea of Myself.

And how often, in the unregistered intervals of time,

When thoughts of world avoided me

with as much  fervor as I avoid this world.

I think of what I am,

I realize that of all the people I have deceived,

the one I fooled with perfection was myself.

When I see what I do not want to,

my mind desperately grabs onto a stray thought,

to distract me from understanding

Of what I am about to realize.

But I know this game too well

and this is not a secret that I have uncovered

for the first time in life.

It is what I half-remember in all my waking hours

and all that I know of in my sleep.

I know this lie, I have been telling myself.

But today is not the day,

to shatter my Idea of Me

with one cruel realization.

The day, when it comes,

shall be the last I breathe as me.

For I cherish this Idea

more than myself.
Gary Oct 2014
Misty morning,  misty eyed
Rain falling from the sky
Memories fill my head
From last night, the last night
It was the darkest night
I ever have known
A tear fell for each thought I had of you
For each disbelief,
A shot of whisky, or two
You never believed in us, all this time
Never did you bring to the table of concerns, between you and I
Disbelief still lingers in my mind
Lying in the rain,
Erasing time
To think again, of what once was I
living my fantasy
Perhaps out of touch
During a time of what I thought, once was us.
Lauren Jun 2014
I trusted you with my life, you knew every aspect of it

I trusted you with the crossed lines on my thighs that are as open as I was to you

All I asked was my secret to be kept safe but I suppose that's another promise you couldn't keep

Give me back my secrets they are not yours to keep, maybe they could have been, had    i not been decieved
Kind of on the spot but class is a good time to think
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