I can admit that I am hurt
I can admit that it felt like daggers when you would flirt
You would look me in the eyes and lie
Like I didn't already know that you were with them the other night
I can admit that I participated with knowing that I did not belong to you
I can admit that I didn't care, during that time because I was still close to you
I played the happy fool
You played it cool, while being casually cruel
I can admit I cried most nights to sleep
I can admit your lies and words cut me deep
I can admit that I still think of you from time to time
And I can admit that I write these poems about you, that rhyme
I can admit I played into your taste
Never letting you see past the mask I wore on my face
I played the angel you wished for while leaving my eyes with the desires you burned for
I can admit a part of me died when you showed me who you truly were
I can admit that I loved you and I knew it all along
I can admit that I still think about you, even after the years that have passed making it feel wrong
YOU ARE READING
Dear John: The Words I Could Never Say
PoetrySometimes we cry in silence because the words we want to scream would break us if we spoke them. In this book I have compiled the poems, I poured my heart and soul into when my lips didn't dare speak a word of what my heart so badly wanted to say. S...
