For months,
I tried to understand it,
cried all the tears I had,
lost every ounce of sleep
drowning in a cloud of
restless thoughts
wondering, what had I done bad?
How did I love unjustly,
when I gave him everything I had?
Why was she better,
when she was just a gaping hole,
to consume his body inside of-
while I was so much more,
I offered a heart,
I cut off my hands,
I lost my eyes,
I did everything right
then I realized,
after countless sleepless nights,
that some people are just too good,
to be truly adored,
by insane liars
with cheap tastes, and burning desires.
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.