I'd rather drown a hundred times than let my heart go free Because I can't hear your horrid voice at the bottom of the sea And you've ruined every chance of love So I pulled when I was supposed to shove
You don't know how it feels to love so blindly All trust enveloped into another soul Only to have them crush your hopes and dreams with one fatal blow Breaking down, slowly I decay with the rest A dusty box of your old shirts I could barely bring myself to collect But I'm the one crying myself dry I'm the one fighting to keep myself alive I didn't sleep, I couldn't eat, Not a single soul could help me. I can't trust others I barely trust myself So at the end of the day It's me, myself, and nobody else.
Thank you, ex-lover For teaching me my true worth. For showing that you cannot love Based on a smile. And thank you, ******* For teaching me to stick up for myself. Because if it wasn't for your insults I'd be defenseless. Thank you, ex-lover For cheating on me. By doing so, you gave me a chance To leave. Thank you, ex-lover For ruining me. Because falling to the bottom only Made me climb higher than I was. And finally, ex-lover Thank you for being so cruel Now I know certain traits To keep an eye out for and to avoid.
dear ex-boyfriend did you feel euphoric when you ****** the life right out of me? did you feel on top of the ******* world when you slipped something into my cup? i'll tell you something dear ex-boyfriend, the pain inside of me that winds up and down and twists my intestines will forever bruise my heart i'll tell you something my dear, dear ex-boyfriend i'll never get it back, what god-given right did you have? what god-given right did you have? my body is my temple and you invaded and destroyed and corrupted it and i'll never get it back tell me something ex-boyfriend, are you proud?
There is a dragon in my closet He has dark brown eyes Pale skin A south Bronx accent and an affinity for breathing fire
Some people have skeletons I have a dragon who has lived off of my insecurities, My pain So he's nice and fat...
When I was alone His shadow loomed underneath the closet door I pretended to not see it His footsteps made the whole house shake But I pretended not to hear it
Now I lay in bed at night with the one I love And can no longer ignore it Time to be my own knight in shining armor Open the closet door and the slay the dragon
He may be a dragon That burns up all that is in his path But I am a phoenix Who rises from his destruction to become even stronger than before.
I'm going to kick his ***...
This was inspired by my recent finding of real happiness and it being shadowed by a past abusive relationship that I was a part of for 2 years. My abusive ex is the reflection of my own lack of self-love and worth. Before I can allow someone else to love me, I have to face my own demons of self-hate.
I hate you. Almost as much as I love you. I've been fantasizing about stabbing you in the legs the way I used to fantasize about kissing your face. I thought that I had one person I could always count on, I just knew you'd never betray me. Guess I was wrong.
You broke my heart, I want to break your spine. You make the worst ex ever, and now you're mine.
I want to hurt you the way you hurt me. I want to stuff glass into your arteries. I want you to stop saying you're sorry. I want you to invent a time machine, So this'll never've happened. So neither of us will've learned this lesson.
"Darling you're the world to me" "My love, you make me so happy" What an idiot I was to believe these things. Now you've got me writing slam poetry Because I figure it's better than murdering you- And that little ***** you ****** too.
You were drunk! You felt alone, You were confused, And guess who was right there to comfort you? That's no excuse. I sure hope going down on someone new, Was worth throwing that rare and beautiful thing we had away. I never knew someone could hurt me this way. Oh and by the way, I hate you.
I'm a bit peeved obviously. They do say that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
My mother warned me about love when I was younger. She told me that true love comes when you're older. I didn't believe her because I thought that I was in love. I thought that he was the one and that he would always love me.
Now here we are three years later and I don't know my emotions. One moment he is this beautiful human being And the next moment he's tearing me apart with his words. He doesn't love me and I don't think I love him. It's a battle between us, trying to be friends and then pushing the other one away out of fear of falling again.
He doesn't know about the love letters that I write in my mind. He'll never know about the countless texts I nearly sent him. And I sure as hell know that he will never like me again so why do I keep liking him?