I saw you as parents. I believed you as such. I knew the pain, but I didn't know it wasn't supposed to be.
I thought us happy, perfect, and content. Through my tears, I cried for hope, however.
A new beginning, I begged.
You hurt me and never took the pain back.
Your claims of love are lies.
My scars are patched, and my blood is cooled. My heart still sometimes bleeds because of you.
The difference between now and you is that you means the past and now is my present.
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If it wasn't obvious already, this poem is dedicated to my biological parents. I've let them go now, hence why my scars have healed and my blood no longer boils at the thought of them (not true, I wish though). Hope you liked my poem and remember to always let go of the people that don't deserve you, staying hurts more than leaving. The discomfort is always temporary when you leave, but the pain is eternal if you stay. Enough blues from me. Have a good rest of your night or day!
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My Night-time Poetry
PoetryI sometimes write poems at night when I'm feeling too inspired to sleep, so this is my poem dump for when I can't sleep at 04:07 AM on a saturday. Please enjoy, and keep in mind this is just a side night hobby of mine, not perfect or professional in...
