I never understood love,
I never knew it was lethal
I never knew it could kill
Until it killed me
They say the heart wants what it wants
But sometimes it asks for things,
Things you cant give,
Even if you tried
But the greed in your hearts just grows.
For me, Love was one of those things
I had plenty to give, so I gave.
But I received none,
Life had never seemed more like an illusion.
I tried to be perfect,
Because I thought that was the key to finding someone
But every time I stood in front of that mirror,
Every. Single. Time
I never felt so helpless.
'Why' I chanted every night
'Why aren't I one of those girls,
The ones that find a lover and then another'
But Love was never in my destiny.
Now that heart of mine is just hollow,
It's numb, I can hear it screaming for help.
All I had to do was bring it near another heart,
A heart that cared.
But no matter how hard I try,
It never seems to work, I simply am destined to be alone.
Unloved, uncared for.
That was when I realized,
I never knew love could kill
until it killed me.
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I think I was watching the red wedding when I wrote this. That is all.
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INCANDESCENT (For my fellow lonely, depressing and sometimes sadistic weirdos)
PoesíaAs the cover suggests. Its a book of poems and occasionally some other shit.