you stabbed it in
you dug it deep
you eyed your pray
you made it stay
you aren't the day
just as you aren't the night.
you are a demon thriving in spite.
you aren't full of might.
you aren't powerful with your fuel of spite.
you are a nightmare casted as a dream.
you could be described by a meme.
but I'm sick of your scheme.
you rubbed it in.
you added salt.
but before you laugh in my face again, let me bring this to a halt.
You aren't getting another chance.
Don't bring up my promises.
Don't bring up my love.
I'm still here, I still care.
But I'm done.
I'm done with you breaking my heart everyday and then showing a sweet, sugar like, addicting love.
You hurt me then make me forget within seconds.
You're a sweetheart with a lovely filling of horrible manipulation.
You're so painfully wonderful, so insanely addicting, so wonderfully lovable and yet so easily loathed.
I love you, but I hate you too.
I wish I could trust you.
I wish I wasn't afraid of you.
So I'm leaving.
Forgive me, but I need to see if I can respect myself enough to tell you something you won't like.
I need to learn before I love.
I need to learn to be tough.
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Poems of a broken artist
PoetryDifferent poems to work on helping myself and others. Mostly just to try something new. usually going to be sad but I like happy endings.