One thing that exposed me and broke me was to find out,
That I, myself, was...is a heart breaker.
The one thing I hated and now I realised why I hated, hate, myself so much...
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm like this and I'm sorry that you were hurt in the process,
You were indifferent from the rest,
and that breaks me knowing I couldn't do anything about it.
Shamelessly wrapping myself in words full of nothingness,
Attention seeking I became,
The boys around me didn't matter as long as they fueled that little bit of flame,
It didn't matter if it hurt anymore,
Too damaged for me to get reckoned.
My heart is no longer present,
For the others to see the truth behind those glassy eyes,
It is a blur to me now,
A forgotten true love,
One thing a hopeless romantic fears,
is to not find the one who lifts her above.
My mind is filled with poisonous thoughts,
Fragmented by puzzle pieces that have torn me,
pieces of memories still haunts,
the pain deep inside me.
I'm wrapped in thorns,
of torment and anguish.
So please, stay away from the dark seeping through my skin,
It is deadly poison, too dangerous for you to breathe,
Take my advice, indulge my words that are thin,
Things are bound to happen if you take a step within.
YOU ARE READING
heartbreaker.
PoetryHey guys, this is actually such a personal poem to me that I wrote... I really can't believe I'm sharing this but like... I kinda wanted to show the perspective of a heart breaker... and it's not the easiest of things to admit. Here I am, standing...
