"falses" poems
I'm a player, I'm the best.
I've played you, her and the rest.
That's what you thought.
I proved you wrong when I opened my chest.
You saw me with depth, an open heart.
You gave me yours.
It was open from the start.
A heart hurt too many times.
You told me you can't take another.
A heart held together with vines.
This was the tricky part.
The first time in my life.
I saw a future of treasure.
A glimpse of this lady, my wife.
I felt safe like I was where I needed to be.
I promised my self I'd do you no harm.
To cause you pain would be to cut off my own limb.
I've been waiting all my life to find someone worthy to commit my life to.
So I committed myself to you and you threw me away.
You told me honestly what you wanted and needed.
I gave it to you and more.
But you were after what you had before.
Cling to him with guilt.
Cling to him till you rott.
Cling to him lifelessly.
Cling to him lovelessly.
Cling to him endlessly.
Until one day it all falls apart.
You've proven untrustworthy.
You've proven betrayal.
You've proven sly words.
You've used tears to get your way.
You've promoted falses so fake.
Gemini construct you might break.
You've cheated.
Me, him and your self from happiness.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
she tried.
but it was too strong.
her lies.
they were more right
than they were wrong.
why couldn't she handle?
you might ask.
because
unlike you
her life
was more of a test.
more falses
than there were truths.
more wrong turns
than polite "How do ya do's?"
so she quit.
she stopped in her path.
she said "no more..."
and that was that.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 4:12 PM UTC