don't stare at me...
don't come in my direction...
you wrap around my heart and squeeze it until it pops
though i am not close to you,
you are always around me
taunting me
haunting me
but most of all hurting me
because you are everywhere
you step onto the ground before me and attempt to make me fall
and you try to trip me because of a fall
to trip me on guilt
a guilt i should not possess
there you go, you've gotten your revenge
i didnt know who you were and hurt you by accidnent
but you hurt me on purpose
you've scarred me with out a single touch
and now you've carved your name into veins as proof that you were here
its set in stone and set in blood
once you finally kill me
because i know what you say
and i know what you have said before
and i know your name
they all hurt to hear
there are things that remind me of you
i never loved you and you never loved me,
you never had my heart, never anywhere close
yet you are the one to break it
anytime i hear of you, another piece falls off
when i see your name, or anything near it, my stomach turns
did you know i was hurt?
well, that doesn't matter
and well, you wouldn't care anyhow
and well, you got what you wanted
i hate to sleep
i hate it because of you
because of you i wake up feeling sickened
because you rear your head into my dreams
because you can turn a perfect day into a nightmare
because of you i have to hold back my tears
because of you i realized a heart once mended has had the seams ripped
ripped again
a dead soul resurrected is slowly being laid to rest again
by you singing a lullabye that could soothe only the hard of hearing
a song that weakens me
because i was strong until you
i heard you were gone for good...
he told me and he's happy he is free...
then i realized that now i was the one trapped
when i looked up and saw your name when i looked over and saw your name
and i saw you everywhere
i never loved you and you never loved me,
you never had my heart, never anywhere close
yet you are the one to break it
anytime i hear of you, another piece falls off
when i see your name, or anything near it,
my stomach turns
did you know i was hurt?
well, that doesn't matter
and well, you wouldn't care anyhow
and well, you got what you wanted
YOU ARE READING
Speaking Without a Mouth (Poetry Collection)
Poetrythis is a collection of poems reaching all the way back to August 2007, slowly but surely i'm adding them all in. NOTE: they are in reverse chronological order. also, not yet completely edited.
