I'd love you, but fear's chains tightly bind,
I'd hate you, yet your leaving's intertwined.
Why's my caring a weight, while you're carefree?
Every time I feel, it's a hollow plea.
Nightly tears, met by your empty gaze,
Why's my heartache dance in your cold maze?
So why care, if your eyes just pass through me?
Why's the hurt so sharp, yet you barely see?
Feels like fiery suns scorch my soul's fear,
Left alone in the rain, my pain crystal clear.
Why did you pretend, only to forsake?
Promises turned to dust, my heart left to ache.
All that once was, now vanishes like smoke,
A mirage of love, a cruel cosmic joke.
Searching for my lost light, I strain my sight,
But you never cared enough, that's the bitter fight.
No worth in my tears, just unnoticed streams,
Washed away, as if in distant dreams.
Why did I believe in your heart's fleeting flame?
Why this agony, this endless, echoing shame?
Not just a puppet for your heartless game,
I'm human, fragile, bearing my own name.
An armour of lies, my shield and disguise,
Do these tears mean a thing, or mere womanly cries?
Pain drips from every word, like drops of blood,
A symphony of heartache, a soul left in the mud.
In this raw emotion, my agony does reside,
A broken soul's lament, a wounded heart open wide.
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Author's note:
hEY, people
I'm glad you made to the end
Like always, I'm completely alright
I just experimented with something new
never been in love but I've known pain all my life so I wanted to try writing it
my thought process and the raw-raw form- like the words (I think it sounds cool sooo....):
'd love you but I'm afraid you'll leave me
I'd hate you but you'd still leave me- again
Why do I care if you don't
Every-time I care I feel like it's nothing
I cry every night but you'll stare at me blank
so why do I care, if you look att mee
Why do I feel like a thousand burning suns staring me down
I left here standing in this cruel rain alone
Why did you care once if you knew you'd leave me alone
My everything that I hold dear goes poof every-time I look,
I don'tI try find that spark in my eyes cause no one cares,
my tears are worth less than the others that you lend your shoulder to
Why- why did I care when I new deep inside you'll never do the same
I may not act precious but I'm not worth any less,
I am human, fragile and shy- with an armour built of lies
Do the tears I cry feel nothing special-
Or, is it a show of my womanly dramatics?
Anyways, thank you for your time
See you next time!
(lemme know if you have any writing requests,
I'd be happy to fulfil them! )
Byeeeeeeeeee!
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