my biggest bully is my own mind, that twists the truths to poison, and dreaded last words haunt me, fuck sticks and stones your words hurt like hell, it won't stop repeating.
when will it end? in the silence, my mind is saying the worst case scenarios, my eyes are sore from all the salt water going down my face. please let them be, this is scaring me as well as tearing me apart from the inside out. don't let my tattoo be in vain. you had me wrapped round your fingers, but now you've let me go, and I wish you told me why you left me. the art shops we went to after we had to give you space, made me think of you.
do you know how much you meant to me?
now you just blocked me on all social media without a word, like it all meant nothing to you. and it's clearly no mistake.
I'm left thinking should I throw out your stuff? because it just makes me sad seeing it. and every thought leads to you, still. it makes me question my worth, as-well as my happiness I need to make without you, all the things I won't be able to tell you; the shows, books and games we can't discuss anymore or to just be a part of each other's lives, it was my choice to let you become a part of mine when we started becoming friends but somehow that gave you the right to kick me out. it's just demeaning to do what you did after everything we've been through, and I'm just a mad woman. I thought I had you figured out as a nice person, but that wouldn't explain your actions. I want to rip everything up, and burn them to see if that'd stop the pain but I know it won't. I thought I could trust you, now your true self is on show. It's now I realise I don't want to be your friend anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Puisishort poems that could also be songs i thought of on a whim. most of these are a bit old but recently i was told by a friend to publish them as they're, quote on quote "not bad" so i take that to the stand by broadcasting them here. take a gander.
