Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul

Part 105

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.