Someone I Loved

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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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