I find myself during nights
Reliving old memories
Of what we had
And if I could somehow
Make words to explain how I
Feel, they'd sound like gibberish.
Now I'm not saying I miss you,
No that's not it at all,
In fact I wish we never met.
Again, I miss the feelings you gave
To me, they felt special.
I miss waking up to paragraphs
Of unricited love.
Love was a chemical to me until
You came along.
"Your obsession with me is close to what I say resembles a freak"
Those words stabbed into me
After 4 months without talking to you.
I completely moved on, forgot about you.
Until you decided to keep taunting
Me of your kindergarten games
That seemed like childs play
But ended up
Resembling a high school science fair
That you've won gold medal for.
Congratulations, You've officially
Created a new type of feeling.
One that not even words can explain.
You are stuck with you.
And no wonder everyone left you.
You have cut into everyone
Around you and Inbeaded
Yourself into the scar.
You aren't broken.
You are a baby, and are too sensitive.
You don't get to make an excuse of
being scared of letting someone in.
Because no one has gotten even close
To you to see what's underneath
That smile, once so pure, is now so.
Dark.
You truly are the monster you say.
And I can't believe I didn't see it.
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PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try