It was on a Wednesday,
I tore all of the poems
I wrote about you:
You resented me but I had no clue.
The tears are not coming out of my eyes,
Maybe I'm used to these lies,
I'm going through all this shit all over again.
My head's about to burst out
And You're going out and flirting with the other girls
And they're not me...
All those days when you drew
pictures of me with your hands and your legs,
They've been haunting me.
It all ended even without a start
and now it's just messing with my head again.
I think I'm unconsciously holding myself back again...
Maybe it was because
I was a depressed bitch searching for affection
And then you came into my life like sunshine
And why wouldn't the thorns on my wounds bloom?
YOU ARE READING
Ocean of words
PoetryThese are the ocean of words, I can't talk them out or hide, I wanna shout them to the world, But my courage is long gone in the tides...
