I offered you the world,
but you already had your own.
And now you and I have grown,
my fears aren't overthrown.
Your gaze consumes me,
you are true beauty.
In your hand lies my heart,
for you to take apart.
That's the beauty of life,
we date to carve a knife.
The perfect two never lasts,
just two intertwining pasts.
I wasn't your one,
but somehow I won.
You were mine,
my divine shrine.
Worshiped your every breath,
I would cling until death.
In every perfect fit,
we forget the bit.
The wedge,
the edge of hope,
I must learn how to cope,
but without you my love.
Insecurities drove the wedge,
that's what sent us over the edge.
I wanted you to love,
just like I used to love.
I wrote the crimson letter,
saying you could do better.
So you did,
gone,
off the grid.
I loved you,
I loved you.
What did I do?
What have I done?
Someone stole the sun.
I told you to leave,
why should I grieve.
You're happy.
I'm not.
So many wasted words,
now will fly with the birds.
I can't hear a chirp,
I can't hear a thing.
I'm in a cage,
built by rage,
of losing you.
You were air,
wasn't fair.
Stripped away,
darkened day.
I'll call the reaper,
please reap her.
Bottle her soul,
it will make me whole.
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Poems of a Suicidal Memory
PoetryI took all of my poems and compiled them into one big thing. Comments and constructive criticism are/is much appreciated. I will add to this as I write more, therefore there will be no set time for when I will update. Just read, enjoy, and support m...