She was you.
When you said you hated darkness
She said, "Me too."
When you said you were happy
She said, "Me too."
When you said your fond of sweets
She said, "Me too."
When you said you don't like her
She said, "Me too.
She was a little girl lost
in the mist of deception
thinking she'd fall
If you weren't the tree
Let's call she, as I
why was I you
When I could've been me?
Why was I loud,
When i wanted to be quiet?
Why was I your friend,
When I could've been mine?
why did i starve myself
Just because you were deprived?
I wouldn't be the light just because you were the sun, I'm the darkness because the moon looks fun
You were an illusion,
and I was in the mirror
Then, I saw through the lens of time
That I wasn't trapped
And you were never there.
YOU ARE READING
Pieces of my soul
PoesíaSoothe the demons in my head, hold me till my death. (I'll hate you and report you if you steal the poems I wrote with my fried brain) Highest-ranking #1 in self-absorbed #1 in unsaidfeelings #1 in poem collection #2 in poem collection #4 in late...
