Art Palette
Love is just experimenting colors to get the perfect shade to add to your painting .
You've added a wheel of shades onto my palette .
You got my soul and took it for granted.
You broke me and painted me a heathen.
You broke my bones and stopped me from breathing.
My eyes use to see color.
Now I can't tell one color from the other.
Memory
You're gone but you run laps in my brain.
The choke hold you put on my heart is strong for me to faint.
I've seen better roads in life where my heart doesn't corrode with the your knife of memory.
I've left completely but you're still in my mind listening to me.
Masochist
Running from you is 3steps forward, 2 steps back.
I try to progress but I keep regressing.
Your love is hypnotic and got me second guessing.
You ripped my heart and stabbed my chest.
Plenty of fish in the sea and I pick you from the rest.
Guess I never learn you're love is just another cigarette burn onto my face.
If this was a race I'd love to finish last place.
Realization
Perception changes and time speeds and slows.
Don't know if this is how a break up is or if it goes.
I keep reminding myself I can't have you and I got to let you go.
I remind myself you keep driving down the highway and can't look back.
You can only look at the rear view as you see how far you go down the road.
RoboCop
I thought I knew your name but you just became a RoboCop.
You became lifeless and in a cold shell.
All I could remember is just your face.
Keep running through our memories like it's a patrol.
You tell me to stand back like you're on parole.
You became lifeless and in a cold shell.
All I could remember is just your face.
Why did you become a RoboCop?
Why are you a RoboCop?
YOU ARE READING
Heartbreaks&aches
PoetryHi guys I've written these poems during a rough time and wanted to give those going through a rough time to read these and feel like they're not alone in these rough times. You matter in every way and shape ❤️
