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Broken glasses on the floor
Arguments never leave our room
Passionate we were
Now all I see is broken souls
With trust gone, secluded we've become
How I wish the amazing days would come back to life
I know we hurt each other
But it's us to heal our sores
So the least I could ask is stay & help me fight once more
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
You went off half cocked
It was me that you shot
Like an automatic machine gun
Words out of your mouth just flung
I'm bleeding out here on the ground
It's my body you keep stepping around
I was always there for you
I helped you more times than a few
But yet here I am
I'm still the one ******
For every good deed there is a punishment
You sent our friendship into banishment
So don't look you might not like what you find
For you burned that bridge, I've locked that door and left your *** behind
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
You are not the only one that's broken
Do you even realize how hurtful  those words where that was spoken
You voice is all I can hear
It keeps ringing in my ear
"Your an awful person"
Made my depression worsen
Do you realize what you've done
You didn't place in my hand the gun
You just gave me reason to pull the trigger
I wish your last words you would reconsider



Guess you don't care what your words cost
For it was only me that you lost
Rosie Feb 2016
Some people are so good at finding bad reasons to dislike someone who dislikes them for a good one.
You don't have to dislike someone just because they don't like something you did.
Kassey Lane Jan 2015
The leaves we're burning bright
Like thunder.

Open the belly of the beast,
From under her patient paws
Uncertain

Lost in a thought,
Lost in motion.
To speak out sound
That's left unspoken.

I found a light
To keep me grounded.
Forever keeping me safe,
Sure, and certain
For there was a tinge of a
man uncertain
Lost and confused
And easily amused

By preying
On those who are weaker.

He knocked on our door,
We invited him in with kindness
He saw nothing,
but hates blindness.

I felt you sneaking,
Tweaking in.
No longer I call you friend.

— The End —