You yelled at me today.
Your sharp words cutting through me like glass,
Your voice denting my skin like clay.
I cried, like I never have in class.
Worried looks across other's faces,
As you waved your guns.
You didn't care about drawing aces,
And killed everything we built in seconds.
You broke my heart,
You shattered my soul.
You picked me apart,
And told me I couldn't cry anymore.
As if this acid rain wasn't poisonous for me too,
You told me my tears were too much for you.
As if it isn't your fault that you,
Somehow killed us both too.
But I'm to blame.
In your version of this hell,
I held the weapons.
In your version of this hell,
I shoot the deadly shots.
So why am I the only one with blood on her arms?
Why am I the only one with tears rolling down her face?
Everyone fell for your charms,
Even I fell for your grace.
Until you spread lies,
Until you stabbed me again,
Where my poor heart lies,
Where I couldn't break; not again.
But I'm to blame.
I shook, I cried like never before.
Yet I saw the blood like I always do.
You stood in front of me like it didn't matter anymore.
You stood in front of me like I was going crazy too.
You left,
Didn't give me a chance to explain.
I went right, you turned left,
You never listened anyway.
So why should you care,
That I'm out here writing this?
Like you could ever share
Anything but the Devil's kiss.
I don't think it was necessary,
I don't think it was time.
But you thought the contrary,
And would do anything to commit a crime.
As long as I get hurt,
As long as I bleed.
It's with prison that you flirt,
As you do this out of greed.
But I 'm to blame.
I'm sorry my life stained your shirt,
As you tried to cover it up.
I'm sorry you can't see the guilt in the dirt,
As you clean my blood up.
You put it all on me,
Say it's my fault.
But it's just 'cause you couldn't see,
That you were the one rubbing our wounds with salt.
You hypocrite, you torturer,
I want to stop making excuses.
But you were my best friend, forever.
The one that put me in the grave with bruises.
And I'm to blame.
For trusting you, the one friend I found;
For getting too close to the flame.
We burned ourselves to the ground.
YOU ARE READING
L.T.
PoetryIf there was a price in emotion, this book would cost it all... Our tears were melodies that made our feelings a symphony. My life flashed before my eyes. And I got to fall in love with you all over again. I'm fine. But that's a lie.
