I miss the way it felt,
Days it was just you and me.
You made me believe.
I miss the feeling of trust I had.
The freedom to speak easily.
A place to shed my scars.
A home to heal my wounds.
I thought I was learning to love.
But now I know, a pain much greater then my darkest memories.
Now I have to force myself to remember.
For your gilded words are laced in discrepancies.
Confusing all my thoughts.
But I know I've told you my stories.
Explain actions and underlying thoughts.
I never expected perfection, because I'm far from it.
I only hope you'd love me despite my many flaws.
To learn to love each other as we are.
But this cities built on dishonesty.
I miss the way it used to be.
But. . . That's why they say ignorance is bliss.
-BM
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Late Night Poet - My Bleeding Heart
PoetryMy bleeding heart - part two of the collection of A late night poet. Here lies the stories of a bleeding heart through heart break and loss. The story and journey continues in poetry.
