I didn't show you my scars
Just to make them bleed again honey
I didn't tell you my stories
Just to make sure history repeats itself
I didn't show you my darkest fears
For you to lock me up without the sun
I didn't show you my tears
To make you want to be the one who caused them.
I didn't show you my weaknesses
For you to use them against your greatest strengths
I didn't show you my love
For you to try your best at converting it into hatred.
it's really crazy and fascinating at the same time for me that sometimes who help set us up our house of cards are the first ones to destroy it. (imaginary circumstance-but quite common i think). let me know your thoughts.
love,
A
YOU ARE READING
Love. Break. Fix. Repeat.
PoetryShort Original Poems!! Written some from imaginary situations, some from real life circumstances. Poetry doesn't need descriptions!!! YOU NEED TO LOOK INSIDE & READ. Also if you're going to read be ready for the "roller coaster kinda rush"...
