I met you starry eyed, when I was lost. I met you barely able to survive, my heart at cost. You pulled me out and cleaned me off, you stole my soul, it's since been gone.
The trouble is that I just couldn't do it, take my eyes off you, I had this feeling, that maybe love is cruel. Your blue eyes staring, up and down me, stop joking, you knew what I was wearing.
The lust was for real, but was it at all love. Sure we seemed happy, but with a small shove, it spiraled to rust, old memories. Embracing, embracing, embracing. Now my heart is racing, as you leave with no words, making me feel unsure, of whether or not I was worth anything to you.
Turning around and winking, to you it was a game, It leaves me thinking, don't you feel any shame? You came into my life, and helped me love, but as soon as I fell for you, you whipped off the gloves, and dropped me like I was dead, I wasn't enough.
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Dark Pages: Poetic Justice
Poetry[Dark Poetry] There's always a dark side to things.