Love, devotion, truly beautiful and ugly.
Full of wounds left unhealed and new scars to form.
Love is amazing,
And painful.
Watch as two can come together truly inlove,
They want each other to be okay,
They want to love each other either way,
They seem like the perfect match.
Soulmates.
You see as they hurt each other and help each other,
But both have a breaking point.
Do what you want but don't loose sight of what you've got,
Once you do, once you cross that line all bets are off.
And all of my devotion turns violent in my eyes.
Hatred will start to swell,
and nothing will weaken its shell,
Cross the line and you'll see the pain underneath.
I wasn't ok, nor happy.
I tore my heart to pieces for you,
Because though you say you aren't, you are just like Them.
So watch and see,
How easily,
My love turns to hate,
And my scars turn to weapons.
I hope my absence haunts you,
Because I'll be coming back for the pieces of my heart you took,
But I won't give you another look.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a mended artist.
Поэзияthis will be a part two to my other set of poems. please read them but they are not needed to understand these. These will be much sadder than my original ones usually.
