#jokesonme
Dissapointed in me
for believing
Thought i wasn't naive
However,
the truth remainining
the hopeless dreamer
forever at heart
no matter how much
i restart
You say you love me,
but you only loved the "pretty" parts of my painting
Now, when I start to feel safe
Im unraveling
My colors bleed across your frame
stuck in his gaze
but, he sees
and runs away
Not a love,
he can maintain.
Words repeating,
in my brain.
Caused a bit of pain,
but its not all doomsday
Cause im starting to see clear
of what was really happening here.
Nobody is the villain
I just believed when he said the word love
and now im tangled up in pool of wants
and just want to be free again.
My colors,
stuck in frame.
but he wanted to obliterate
all because of my emotions that day
the portrait we were painting
all i see now is my strokes
where did he go?
In my shadows,
treasures I find.
There is gold to mine.
Just like without darkness,
there is no light.
In our lovers
a sacred mirror is beheld
and it shows you parts of yourself
that youve rejected and pushed down to hell.
But we must see
what we dont want to accept in us
and in another
before we can truly uncover
the jewels waiting to be discovered.
Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 4:21 PM UTC
To think I almost ******* believed it.
Of course I’m the joke.
I hurt you so ******* bad and I’m the one making lies.
Funny how you can’t do no wrong yet when I bring it up,
Tell you how you’re acting,
We can just brush it off.
Last I checked none of your so-called friends gave a **** about you almost killing yourself the three times you almost did.
I was made the joke to care for you.
Worry about you.
It was ********
So thanks for making me home
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 10:20 PM UTC
I got curious about your past so I sat down for two hours and read every single thing you had ever written
I also discovered every single thing she had written as well
AND!
I managed to see what you had written each other
I sat back and drank my coffee and laughed a spell
Oh you had me at hello
You charming mother ****** you
and to think I have shared and shared
and to think I opened up my soul
I let you in
For the record, her poetry ***** ***** in comparison to mine, and to anything I ever written for you bled onto the screen like a wounded heart
My blood wasn't clear it was thick and sincere and full of harmonic truth!
Because this isn't just infatuation
this isn't just a **** text message
oh light up my screen every day type of conversation
It was written
It was predicted
and here I am ****** off for making such a careless and irrational decision
The nerve! Ugh!
To think I seriously believed
that I was the first
and the first of many was me
but from the looks of her story
it seems the first it was she
You answered my question and I read
right
between
the lines
I'm here for your amusement
and the passing of time
You are so good!
I wonder how many other women you have swooned
How many of us were lured in by your excellent ******* poetry
to have our sorry ***** served on a spoon
You know what? I'll give you the benefit of the doubt
Ill throw my hands in the air and throw in the towl
To think I shed a tear because I really wanted and needed you around somehow
Go ahead and take your bow
The show is over now
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC