What you failed to tell me when I fell in love,
was "never fall harder than I can,
because boys can be strange and cruel."
4 months later with stars in my eyes
I let your hands creep up my thighs.
Like ivy on a wall
But what you failed to tell me was that boys can be strange and cruel.
8 months later and my eyes were filled with tears because the stars just weren't enough.
Apparently my sunshine couldn't fill your cup,
or your heart.
Apparently I couldn't please you like she could, touch you like she could or fuck you like she could because I was old and she was new.
Apparently boys can be strange and cruel.
10 months later; I'm still not better. I've screamed into my pillow and my tears have wrote a eulogy for my heart.
Because I'm dead.
One day I hope that you'll come around.
Because I'm tired of crying into my shattered hands and being blinded by my sadness.
I'm tired of ripping apart my skin like I'm a present.
I'm tired of the therapy over "a boy I'll soon forget."
I wish I had remembered, I wish I simply knew.
That boys can be so strange, and very fucking cruel.
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Ephemeral and Sempiternal. (A collection of poetry from 2015)
PoetryPoems that I recently decided described my path through 2015. Most are brooding and dark, because it was a hard year for me. Most of these poems are about one person in particular. If he ever reads this, he knows who he is. I'm no longer going to a...
