They tell me to be myself,
but then they judge me.
They tell me to follow my heart,
but it's broken.
They tell me to trust my instincts,
but how can I when they've been so wrong before?
They tell me I can tell them anything,
but I barely tell them anything.
Maybe I just have to sort things out.
However you make that impossible.
The thought of you is always racing throughout my mind.
I'm cursed,
and under your spell.
Your spell that results in heart brokenness,
which is the equivalent of death at this point.
I don't think this could be any worse.
At first it was love at first sight,
then a crush,
and now here I am,
you always on my mind,
as I stay up late,
writing poems about you.
Who would've known someone so troubled,
could fall in love with someone who seems flawless.
YOU ARE READING
Concrete Marshmallows | Watty's 2016
PoezieA collection of poems mainly about love and loss. Some personal experiences, others are from different people's perspectives. It's fairly self explanatory. Every poem speaks for themselves and tells it's own story. Enjoy!
