I used to mean everything to you.
Now do I even cross your mind?
A knife in the stomach,
falling down, I plummet.
Your hand in his,
how cruel he is.
Watching as my hope fades,
smiling, handing me the blades.
She stands by his side,
looks at him with pride.
Pride for a fucking jerk.
He throws me a smirk.
He thinks he's won,
does he think it's fun?
She's not a God damn game,
not a dog for you to tame.
Don't call her a princess,
She's a queen, she's fearless.
Her very name means beauty,
she used to be my cutie,
But now I'm in the dust.
What happened to all that trust?
So where am I now?
Just tell me how.
How do I get over you?
What do I do?
I want you to move on,
but can't stand it when you're gone.
You say that I should too,
but all I need is you.
You're my amazing Grace,
in the game of love, you're my ace.
Sorry baby,
only so much I can take,
but for you,
I'd bend over backwards,
til I break.
Would he?
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Poems of a Suicidal Memory
PuisiI took all of my poems and compiled them into one big thing. Comments and constructive criticism are/is much appreciated. I will add to this as I write more, therefore there will be no set time for when I will update. Just read, enjoy, and support m...