"I care." He once said.
If he meant it, she wouldn't be dead.
"I care. Yes I do. I care."
If that was true, why have that affair?
I was hurt, but she suffered more pain.
She knew about it day after day.
She couldn't take it anymore.
She wasn't your little whore.
She grabbed that knife,
Chopped off her wrist.
And then on the floor was a dead fist.
Thud.
She hit the floor just like that.
Her blood scattered among the floor.
Made a stream of blood to the door.
Red puddles.
Held memories.
Remember when you guys used to cuddle?
I bet she's watching you up there.
At least she won't suffer another affair.
The day you found her, you had a another girl.
The girl screamed and ran.
Ran as fast as she can.
She needed a different man.
Wait. You're not a man.
You're just a boy.
Don't know this world.
Just play girls like toys.
You lied.
She cried.
You didn't say goodbye.
But she did.. And died.
YOU ARE READING
Book of poems
شِعرIMPORTANT NOTE: POEMS IN THE BEGINNING AREN'T AS GREAT AS THE RECENTLY UPDATED ONES!!!!!. Okay so thats out of the way... I'm not emo so don't ask but my feelings just spill on paper... Yeah.. Some are sad and some are happy but that's because life...
