"I been staring at the wall, doing nothing all day
I remember everything, put the bottle to my face, Dom Pé"
have you ever fallen head over feels for somebody, knowing it's wrong but feeling so good
when you gave up on me then, i was seriously so fucked up
fuck everything that held us
tried to fix a hole in my heart
i remember that day, buying a loan of happy
hated the way you acted all sappy
while the way you treated my feelings and needs was crappy
your ideas and thoughts are feeble
a contortion of your illusions painted by your lackadaisicality
a manipulation of the torture you strived to call "help"
while the sentiments you spewed were nothing more than fallicies in your argument on why im so very terrible, but you truly are the saving grace this world needs.
you didn't justify being a good person with shams and tall tales of your trauma and tribulations.
i wish the last moment i see you ever
is one of your helpless moments
defenseless as i berate you, not only as a human being
but as a hideous beast that catches fire in the light of "good".
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
