They say it's so wrong,
but then why does it feel so right when we are together?
They say he'll break my heart and make me cry myself to sleep,
but when I'm with him, it's only laughs and smiles.
They say that he'll destroy me,
but yet it seems as though he's trying to put me back together, rather than ripping me apart.
They say that we are perfect together,
but then why does everything feel so fake?
They say he'll make me happy,
but then why do I find myself bawling over a broken heart?
They say he's going to help build me into a better person,
but it seems as though instead of helping me pick up the pieces, he's shredding it into more.
They keep saying just trust me on this one,
but why should I when they've been wrong so many times before?
YOU ARE READING
Splashes on the Pages
PoetryI'm just pouring the thoughts out of my soul and onto the pages, hoping to leave a lasting impression like splashes of paint on a white wall.
