METAPHORICAL POEMS TO GET RID OF PESSIMISM

Blood on the Dance floor

Let's go to another story.
ANOTHER metaphor.
I need to start at least,
With a context.

I liked him.
In fact.
He made me feel energized at all times.
Did you wait for me to say that I felt "alive"?

I put everyone I loved,
On a pillar.
Beautiful pillar. Well done.
I would treat you like a king.
I would bring you everything.
What about me?
I would be nothing to you.
And who said I would care about?
You are my important, I will only love you, and I will love everything you do.

The day I put him on that pillar...
It was a horrible mistake...
He joked, I laughed.
He spoke, I listened.
He sang, my eyes shone.
But...
In an oversight.
He...

On that day, he had a mental breakdown.
It was weak.
Sensitive.
Without even the strength to get up and walk to that pillar.
But I walked anyway,
I just wanted a lap...
A comfort.
You'll think you didn't deserve more than a simple hug.
When he saw me...
My blurred vision saw his curls flying and his hands hidden.

- PRINCE! BE CAREFUL! — the purple-haired princess shouted from afar...

I turned to see the girl who was trying to warn me and felt a knife go through my back and out of my chest.
My body was immobilized.
My mind went completely silent.
I saw my heart outside my body.
In which he was brutally robbed.
It was in his hands...
I was dying.
But all I could do...
It was crying and screaming in pain.

Then he left...

He's gone...

But my body is here...
And it hurts a lot to carry it.
Since I'm still alive,
Agonizing.
Without my heart.
I felt my glow leaving my body..
I felt my glow leaving my body..
I felt my glow leaving my body..
And I expected...
I expected...
I expected...
I expected...
I expected so much...
That the flowers I loved...
Red spots were sprouting on my body.
Every day it hurt, it tormented me...
I almost went...
Almost...
But I still waited...
I expected...
I expected...

All because of me...
That I placed on the damn pillar...
I loved him...
And he killed me...
Emotionally...