The Last Song I'm Waisting on You

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Sparkling gray, in my own veins. Any more than a whisper, any sudden movement of my heart. And I know, I know I'll have to watch them pass away. Just get through this day. Give up your way, you could be anything. Give up my way and lose myself. Not today. That's too much guilt to pay. Sickened in the sun, you dare tell me you love me. But you held me down and screamed you wanted me to die. Honey you know, you know I'd never hurt you that way. You just so pretty in your pain. Give up my way and I could be anything. I'll make my own way, without your senseless hate. So run. And hate me, if it feels good. I can't hear your screams anymore. You lied to me, but I'm older now. And I'm not buying baby. Demanding my response, don't bother breaking the door down, I found my way out. And you'll never hurt me again. Picking up what's left of my broken heart, throwing all the pieces I can find in a little pile, searching for what I haven’t found. I don't bother cleaning the blood up, I let it lie. I attempt to build up my crumbled walls around the blood soaked mess. Your words leaked in like water, warming me, but your lie struck like a tornado, ripping me apart. 3 simple words, 1 simple lie. "I love you," caused me to die.

~11/4/11~

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