You think you're in love
But you're sadly mistaken
The thing you call love
Is whats causing your heart
To be broken
He showers you with gifts
Says you're something he'll
Forever adore
That is until you
Turn into a personal punching bag
Can't you see?
You're the one he puts to a side
Watches you with a very close eye
Just leaves you hanging there waiting
So he knows you'll take him back
Every god forsaken time
You don't know what love is
You never did
Every speck of attention you get from a man
Fills a hole inside your chest
From the damage your father caused
You don't know what love is
You think he's passionate
But in his eyes
You're nothing but a sexual object
He only bothers commenting on
How your boobs should be bountiful
How your ass is too skinny
The only things that matter
Is whatever would satisfy his weenie
No not the sparkle in your eyes
Not the golden heart on your sleeve
Not even the fact that you'd
Jump in front of a bolting bullet
Push him out of a train
That's going 220 miles per hour
So he wouldn't be the one getting hurt
You're his cigarette
He can light you up
And put you out when
He's satisfied with his addiction
Until he picks you up
And lights you up again~
{Kye}
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Death Is The New Life
PoetryOriginal poems put together to make a fabulous collection. Poems about the wrong society does and the tragedy that happens in every day life. After all a lot of walking people are dead inside. Enjoy!
