Maybe I held your hand to hard,
Or clung too loosely,
Maybe I made you feel unloved,
Or unwanted.
That was never my intention.
Maybe it was the therapy that made you think I was crazy,
Or maybe it was the drinking too,
Or maybe,
It was because I had problems I was trying to fix
But that wasn't good enough for you.
Maybe it was my taste in music,
It could have been my lack of compassion
Or maybe,
Because I was a DIY punk and couldn't fucking stand the trending fashion!
Maybe, just maybe,
I wasn't the one who was crazy...
If I ever hurt you,
I swear on the stars in the sky,
I swear I never meant too but if I've learnt anything,
It'd be that these words mean nothing
And I'm content with that.
Maybe if I had paid more attention,
Or maybe a little less,
Maybe nothing would have changed because I'm still a mother-fucking mess,
Maybe this is how it's supposed to be.
Maybe fate has something in store for you and me,
Maybe the stars miscalculated our hearts and now we are forced to wander the fields of pain,
To sit quietly as it rains
For the pitter patter of water is different on every roof,
A different lullaby for ever every pair of eyes,
Maybe we're damned to an eternity of silence,
Well fuck,
silence can get really loud sometimes and I drown out my demise with a bottle of fire and it burns through my veins,
But that's okay.
Maybe I could have been better,
Probably not.
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PoetryA collection of poems made in a dark time of my life. I made this book so that I could share my happiness and pain with others who might understand, but more importantly, this book is for those who need to be understood. Hope you all enjoy! Please...
