'I don't quite know,
how to say,
how I feel"
I sigh because it's true,
I don't know what I'm going to do,
(I know exactly what to say now,
because my feelings are clear,
and
I hate you)
"Those 3 words,
are said too much,
they're not enough"
I like those lines,
They feel so right,
I'll quietly sing them,
Later tonight,
(Three new words come to mind,
I'll scream them every day,
"I'm not yours")
"All that I am,
All that I ever was
Is right here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see"
It makes me think,
Of my favourite eyes,
The most amazing darkest of browns,
I believe they could light up the entire town,
(All I am to you,
All I ever was,
Is right there in your head, but no-one elses,
Because I'm not a stupid worthless bitch to anyone but you.
Your fucking eyes,
they still stare,
because you're sad and desperate)
YOU ARE READING
and I burn
PoesieWhen I was in love I wrote poems, now I'm not being abused I'm writing more (Im going back and adding to my poems about my abuser, so trigger warning for domestic violence and abuse)