the shards of my shattered blood line
piercing into my lungs
tearing it open
letting me bleed my sadness out.
i bleed slowly;
i bleed,
i bleed.
your vibrant persona is too much for me to handle,
it feels choking at times.
but nonetheless i am attracted
like a moth to a flame.
i know it is dangerous,
i know it will only end in my execution,
but i go in anyway
orchestrating my own death.
i plummet into your aura,
i take it in.
and a small part of me believes
that you even had the smallest inch of care for me.
but you don't.
it's someone else it always is.
it's always the 'it's not you it's me' crap;
or the 'i don't feel the same' torture.
nonetheless it breaks me,
and i break in silence.
the saddest part is i thought i had a chance with you.
joker.
what a joke.
it can't happen,
it will never happen.
and that is all there is for me.
there is no yes or inbetween.
it is always no,
a resounding no.
but it's not your fault.
i know i am an ogre,
a monster with two minuscule eyes,
with my pores oozing acid,
and my mouth spewing fire.
my fiery temper restricts all suitors,
i know i cannot be tamed.
maybe that is why.
i am boundless and limitless and that may be intimidating.
but
but i am human,
and every human has that one boundary and
that one
limitation.
that was meant to be you,
meant to be you for me.
but you have someone else,
someone prettier and better.
so be happy, because that's all i want;
but for now,
i bleed slowly;
i bleed,
i bleed.
i'm currently mending a broken heart by using the only means i know how... poetry.
Word of Advice: boys are torture