it feels pretentious
to have someone love you,
but not love them in return.
to fill them up to the brim,
only to watch them burn.
to light a cigarette,
pressed between your lips
only to wish
to abandon Death's kiss.
you feel hollow inside,
your stomach starts to churn.
you pour it all out,
hoping for return.
you sad selfish fool.
what ignorance must you have?
to fall in love blindly
and split yourself in half.
now we're stuck at rock bottom,
left with an empty glass
that breaks and shatters
after time has passed.
so now you understand,
why I cannot love you so.
my broken glass
is now my home.
YOU ARE READING
for him.
Poetryyou filled me with love and comfort but i was too blind to realize that i was already drowning and the boy that i'd trusted was the one holding me underwater. so then i learned to never trust your heart into the hands of another.
