I lost him.
The one who cared.
The one who wanted me for me.
No, I left him.
I left him there to strive for more, want me more, love me more.
While I hated more, loved less.
It's my fault he fell, I tripped him.
It's my fault he's stuck, I glued him to me.
It's my fault he's dead, I killed him.
It's my fault he had the knife, I gave it to him.
It's my fault he cut, I told him to.
It's my fault his heart was gone, I ripped it out.
It's my fault nobody cared, I stole him.
I made everybody hate him and wish he was dead. So when he killed his own memory, it became my fault.
EVERYTHING became ALL my fault.
~JescaRose.
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A Moment to Feel
PoetryThese poems are all out of emotion. I wrote them while I was feeling that way, or while I was listening to somebody and fueling off of their emotions.Either way, I really hope you like them! Don't hesitate to comment, message me, or vote(: **All wri...
