I WANTED TO SCREAM AND TELL YOU THAT I LOVED YOU, BUT IT WAS FAR TOO LATE.
IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER, WE'LL KEEP IT THIS WAY. IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER, I'LL SWEAR THAT I'LL STAY.
BUT WE BOTH KNOW THE DYING TRUTH:
I'LL LEAVE YOU TO SELF-PITY OVER THINGS THAT DO NOT MATTER,
I WILL LEAVE YOU BLEEDING RED ON THE EMPTY STREETS.
AND MAYBE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY,
MAYBE WHAT I WANT IS FOR YOU TO GET THE FUCK AWAY,
BUT WHAT GOOD WILL THAT DO?
WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THE YOU THAT I USED TO CLAIM I KNEW?
I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU,
YET I DON'T NEED A REASON TO REMAIN
BECAUSE YOU DON'T FEEL THE SAME WAY.
BECAUSE,
TWO CANNOT LOVE WHEN ONE HAS ALREADY STRAYED.
YOU ARE READING
the war against myself
Poetrya trash bin full of my thoughts. revised; 2018 ✓ published; 2015 ☺︎ ranking; ⌗228 in poetic (2018) ranking; #9 on raw poetry (2019)
