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#decieved
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
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Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 12:24 AM UTC
~~Trust~~
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.
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 2:32 AM UTC
To love
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
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
You Didn't Really Care...
Some people say my sad brain deceives me, I wonder if it's true?
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
Depression
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? l.v.s
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
Wither
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.
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 4:58 AM UTC
I have an Idea
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.
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
Living for one
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
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
promises