Brittal poems on Hello Poetry

BeautifulIrony Dec 2015

I hate you; because you made me love you.
I grew the feeling of needing you, and wanting you more than i told myself i ever would.
I built these walls that kept me safe, to soften the blows that the world throws at you.
The collected all the pieces that were cheaped away throughout the years.
I have this unshakable feeling that you are going to
to shatter my world. That you are going to disappear and i'll be left with brittal walls and a tourched heart.
You'll leave me picking up the pieces that i picked up once before.
You would leave me without my smile, my laugh, and that feeling of complete peace.
I hate that i love you, but all i ask is that you stay a little while longer.

#love #hope #brokenheart #caution

Neil Mcpake May 25

My exisitence

My hollow shell of my exisitence has the pertinence to be brave with a relevance to the very people who stood by there unnamed graves. Unmaned and but never shallow there I would of cast no shadows. With the pronunciation of life to be but a butterfly floating through a clear blue sky reincarnated after I die. As they lie lonely like a solitary cloud so still with only brittal bones. Never hearing sad songs sung but still we sing without queen's and kings. Knowing there to dead to hear there tones. With no thoughts to guide them into the light. knowing only darkness is there only friend.

This poem is about the sadness we have after we cry and our loved ones have died.

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