I exist you know, they say I don't shatter, I only pitter patter. You think I'm content with the shit you throw, but I'll give it a few seconds before I explode. They say I don't break. I guess it's the brain playing it's tricks and being a fake. My mistake for putting up with your countless mistakes again. Now do us all a favor and stop fucking with my head. What good are you if I'm already fucking dead? Cause I do break, fuck what the others said. I bleed blood, I have bled. Provide me with love, your words are not enough. What has been said has never been done. But I'm done. I'm tired of seeing things I'm not supposed to. I'm tired of hearing things said about you. What can I do? Screaming doesn't help. So I'll just cry. Pitter patter my way through a lifetime. Baby some day you'll do time for committing a crime and creating a heartless murderer after taking that heart of mine.
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Letters to you
PuisiThese poems are about forbidden love, mixed emotions and fear of being hurt again. I chose the title letters to you because these are words that I wish I had the courage to say to someone I like and I hope to say these words to him one day.
