(This is a story of my old best friend and how they are why I don't trust anymore. I cared and loved them like a sister, but they didn't want to hold on.. This is why I don't trust love anymore and why I only partially trust 2 people in my life. My best friend (IzDeathKnight) and my boyfriend (Zero). )
Know what hurts so damn much?
When I go back, look at the way I talked to you before.
Before you stopped responding.
Before you stopped keeping your word.
I can't even look at the word happy without thinking of you. You were my happy.
I cared about you.
I helped you.
I Trust you.
I stayed with you even when you were certain I would leave.
I promised I wouldn't leave you and now.. I find myself reading our old conversations and wishing I hadn't lost you.
I find myself looking everyday to see if you come back.
And because of that.. I've lost myself as well.
I don't make new friends daily.
I don't help people like I used to.
I don't trust and I don't gain trust.
I don't even attempt to hide the truth..
I've lost my will to help.
My will to lie.
And my will to cry.
I have nothing.
I lost everything.
But I still love people.
I still love you like a sister, my true help. My only true happy.
I could trust you with anything and everything but.. you were my happy and I lost you..
Now. I have my lucky charm.
My love.
My everything all over again..
And though he is not you, I can't shake the feeling that he'll leave me.. Just as you left me.
Now. I have my new best friend.
My new true help.
My everything again..
And though he isn't you, I still can't shake the feeling that he'll leave me too.. Just as you left me.
With a half assed apology,
Wrapped in an explanation on how it's my fault you're going,
Topped with a bow of "it was a fucking mistake talking to you."..
Guess they'll be just another tally.
though.. I hope they stay.
(this is not a plea for help, it's an explanation on why I don't seek help and why I'm worried to whole-heartedly care about anyone again.
Have a wonderful day everyone. I truly wish you all the best.
-CN)
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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.