Hopeless-romantic
-By Sophia Cac
You've denied me once again.
This time, it isn't something that comes unexpected.
In this circled of fruitless love that I was chained,
In love, without much fight, I was arrested.
Can you blame me, this hopeless-romantic kid?
It was you who deceived me, making me believe you'd be the one to give aid...
I wasn't wrong, you tried at least, but that's what I've observed,
And maybe it was me that wronged you, knowing what you deserved.
Not me, the hopeless-romantic
You deserve the fairy tale stories, those types of love.
I'm neither princess nor the prince that sweep you off your feet; I'm more of an idiotic.
But that doesn't mean you could just throw away my love.
My heart, my trust, my hopes and dreams,
I watch those crumbled, shatters into pieces and be flushed in the drain.
Like I was nothing,
Maybe I am nothing.
You shut me out so quickly,
I could only smile at you nicely.
I expected this,
But why does it have to hurt like this?
If this means that being hopeless-romantic will continue to hurt,
By all means, let my heart learn.
No more movies,
No more of those slow-dancing grooves,
No more books to make me fancies
the love that could only be fiction.
I just got hit by realization
And it hurts,
Just as you wanted to be, I'd curt
The truth since it's better than the dirt
Of which you step upon on.
I will be hopeless-romantic no more.
I'd be just a girl who had been hurt and gone bitter.
And, if I may add, it seems better
Than to be blinded with love,
I'd put those fantasy away, in the closet they've been shoved.
I've learned my lesson,
I have enough of those lovely emotions.
Sorry sweet princess, you made me like this, you're the reason.
So, as expected, I had to decline
Your confession of 'missed love and affection',
And it's really pathetic
Seeing you hopeless-romantic
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryInsomia, my dear friend, you've come to visit me once again. What's today features? Huh, I hope I didn't make too many failures. Oh a new one indeed, perhaps I could try one to confess my deeds? Alright, hand me the quil, my friend, don't go and wai...