My Unstable Poetry

you don't love me

you don't love me
I don't think you ever will
never have

love is just a construction site
with falling bricks and concrete layers
dipped in to say hi, guess I never got back out
the bricks have hit me in the head, causing only anything but losing but words and saying something ridiculous like, "Let's do something."

no matter what you say, you don't love me
you never would tell me what I truly wanted to hear
guess it's a mistake that I told you...my heart now wound around your finger; cranking it up

And when I call you at 8:37 that I'm choking on my heart
you won't believe me
loves construction sight is too foggy too see
you won't see that I love you
And that the construction sight is slowing down

my friend proved that love can never happen
right now
At least the construction has to stop
Even with the bricks and misplaced drawings
You forgot, and we made things piece together
The bricks finally laid down on the cement pouring out of my mouth
Paving the way; my way

I forget what I've laid out, what I've said
I imagine it's quite embarrassing
As I look down at my etched words
I realize why I ever got stuck in the construction sight

I am a statue, placed on a finished fountain
You then turn your head inside, and I try to stare inside too
I'm not paving anymore, I built a palace
But when you incredulous people think it was for two

you don't love me
no one does

The construction sight has been torn down,
The bricks laying beneath my feet
And cement pouring out of my mouth
It holding my heart into a place again
Unlike you

never have