2022
I despise the way you reset me.
The way my heart jumps into my throat,
The moment your number goes across the screen of my phone.
Reminded all over again.
The twisted games you play.
The wounds you inflicted still bleeding and the advantage you take,
Poking and prodding until I'm begging you to stop.
Yet taking all the blame.
My poor oozing heart.
Still trying to bleed you out of all its crevices.
The tears in my eyes as the disappointment sets all over again.
The delusional part of me fading.
Why am I wishing for you to see me as someone whose worthy.
To want you to be different for once,
To change and to settle the pain of my broken heart.
Yet you've only ever been my torment.
It's pathetic and the self-hatred that follows is consuming.
Somehow still saying;
I'm sorry I wasn't worth it to you,
But after all these years, it comes as no surprise.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
