I hesitantly put my already torn pieces of flesh out on the line for you.
Only to have them all returned, extremely mutilated and badly abused. I've got an archive of the heartfelt words you said but now they all look dead. You have cut my throat of contact but you can't erase the burdens I've bled.
I admitted my wrongs and rights, never giving up on this drawn out fight. I cried naked and risked my vulnerable self, how dare you strip them of plight. I thought you would of learnt from me that you can't just forget it all and flee. I suffered your mistakes as well, it was my sorrows that you could no longer grieve.
Now I lay in the cocoon of gentle harmonies that belong to two troubled men. My loneliness is quaking with threatened vengeance, pent up frustration begins to stem. They scream for me with understanding familiarity, I couldn't do this without them. My heart strings are tied in knots, I wish that I had forgot but my soul tears at the hem.
I walk down this road of miscommunicated lies, stained head to toe in black and white. Sweetness doesn't ever touch my face and for this reason, I can't sleep at night. Whispers of sadness drift poorly in the winter wind like a tree full of flightless kites. My weakened body is a hollow display of emotions, all the bitches have taken their best bites.
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Being fucked over and abandoned by another friend is never fun. At least I can turn their pitiful shit into art. Eeeeeeeenjoy.
Sincerely Yours,
Liliana.
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Poetry (2015-2017)
PoetryThis is poetry for the soul from Yours Truly. Volume 1. "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race." - John Keating aka Robin Williams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Co...
