Another one passes.
Another one goes.
But nothing really matters
Nothing really shows.
Tell me again those lies
Those were the one
That really kept me alive.
Though, you never told me the truth anyways
So just do what you do best.
Don't look at me that way.
I did forgive you.
But I couldn't forget.
Why?
Well, you try to ignore the scars.
You try to ignore the pain that wakes you up at night.
Because I never could.
Now I just embrace it.
And I find myself at the point that I need it to feel alive.
Don't call me a freak!
I am the residue of a relationship with you.
I am sorry if now I need you
Because no one hurts me as bad as you.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Mysteries
PoesíaPoetry is a fine way to tell you exactly who I am. And yet, you'd still be clueless. But of course, prove me wrong.
