Full of anticipation,
sad determination,
the eyes of agitation,
is how he looks to me.
He was once a lover,
now a complete stranger,
wanting violence,
longing, to see the real me.
His knowledge was a dream,
his past was a story.
Now he’s sure.
He thinks he knows.
Full of harmful desire,
sadly mouthing “liar”,
fingertips flicking on the fire,
not knowing the truth.
He was once a believer,
once a loving achiever,
now someone so different,
now that he thinks he knows.
Pouring bottles of kerosene,
he rottenly smirks at me.
I smile back.
He thinks he knows.
Angry flames surround me,
as i see him walk away.
He doesn’t look back,
because he thinks he knows.
Flames burn my skin,
and lastly i shout to him,
"Read it.
Read the letter."
i see him open the paper,
the writing turns him into a gaper.
Giving him weak smile,
I let darkness take over me.
You really didn’t know.
but you thought they were all true,
so I spent my time regretting,
I should’ve given more trust to you.
I deserve this ending,
I probably deserve this fall,
so no matter the truth,
I won’t fight it at all.
These are my last words,
this is my last do.
i badly wished to say this...
I think I loved you.
I don't really know what this poem is about... sooo... :) hope you liked it ^^
