His name is no longer spoken,
From my pale, chapped lips.
His things lie broken,
Reduced to messy chips.
I tried to forget about him,
And the feeling of his kiss.
But the memories won't fade,
And I find him being missed.
His thoughts were immature,
And my ignorance was bliss.
His terrible personality,
Drove me off a cliff.
He changed the way my heart is-
It's black and cold to touch.
I am no longer open,
I don't help very much.
He's the reason why I'm guarded,
From this demon inside
And don't even get me started,
Because I don't feel alive.
YOU ARE READING
Poems...
PoetryMay be triggering, please please please please please talk to me. I write these not to make people hurt themselves, but as my own way of getting past it. Please, never feel like you must do this to yourself- and if you do please don't hesitate to te...
