She broke her way into my heart
And tore it apart
Slipped her way into my soul
And ripped it into a black hole
How can someone I loved be the reason I can't feel?
How can someone I believed in have never been real?
A burning passion of hate is what grew for her
To burn in Hell is what I wished for her
Told lies, to me and everyone else
Looked me in the eyes,
And only saw her damn self
They said I pretended and made her think it was true
But she was the reason my blood turned red from blue
They said I was a jerk, I was fake, I was mean
But only because on her side, they follow and they lean
Believe anything she says, none of it is true
She was fake to me, in the attempts she never flew
So how can she tell me she loved me
When she pretended it was okay?
How can someone tell you it's okay,
But just for pretend
How can she tell me she loved me
When she left me to be free
Or so to speak
She left me for another, not even after a week
They say I manipulated, that I was dialated
But she was the one who loved when she really hated
All I have for her now is hate
When before I had for her was great
How can someone be fake
And blame it on those whom they lied to
Who they cheated, played
Who they said were afraid
But had all the power in the world
And games is what she played
She said she was sorry but she lied
I knew the truth I could see it in her eyes
You're sorry for things you regret,
And she didn't regret this
You're sorry for things you want to fix or have fixed
She didn't want to fix this
She put herself on my own hit list
Played the victim, played her part
Pretended as if she truly felt my heart
I just don't understand
How can someone hold a hand
Yet not mean it?
How can she act grand
But not actually be it?
She tore her way into my space
All by saying she loved me and touched my face
She broke me by loving me
Being nice and stunningly
Beautiful and gracefully
Then she told me it wasn't real,
But made me to be the one of the abuser, but I couldn't feel
I cannot make myself heal
Not the way I did, not how I'm supposed to
Because someone I loved and trusted
Was supposed to.
2/19/17
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ShaneM Original Poetry Collection
PoesíaTW: Dark and graphic emotions/thoughts. I am updating this collection of poetry as I have kind of left it alone for a long time. I started this in 2017, and while I have written many poems over the years, I have also stopped writing for a long time...