I'm the kind of person who says, "I hate you,"
But I'll still be the first to show up when you call.
I'll tell you that you've hurt me so deeply
That I can't see you the same.
And yet, I'll melt at the faintest hint
Of that sweet smile.
A toxic dance I've learned to enjoy,
A waltz I'd fallow until my last breath.
No matter how I ache,
I wouldn't want you to hurt the same.
Maybe it's the dove in me,
Always yearning to soothe, to please.
But I still care-
I don't know why.
Even with a heart you've shattered,
I still care.
So don't call my name.
I don't want to be the first.
I don't want to message you at 2 a.m.
To wish you a happy birthday,
Or ask if you're okay.
I don't want to be the one
To bridge the silence anymore.
So don't call my name.
I don't want to dance this waltz again.
Let the acid rain fall and wash it away.
Let it stop.
Let me be free.
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"There is always a catch! Life is a catch! I suggest you catch it while you can."
-Flemeth
YOU ARE READING
The words of a dead bard
Poetrylittle poems I've written, some good some bad. Most of these are a collection of emotions and feelings of loneliness and heartbreak that overwhelmed me, some now of love. This is a book to honour those and let the poor bard in me rest.
