"tourched" poems
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.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
I feel you in blue
a misty mountain lost cue,
exit the stage left?
Of you singing your heart out?
A torched singer of the blues?
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC