This is aimed at my boyfriend. I hope he reads it.
"That fear that hides in multiple places,
The bruises that hurt the most.
That person who actually made your heart race,
Never really cared at all.
I really thought he loved me,
I really thought he cared.
He doesnt really talk to me, oh gosh, why didn't I see?
I was so gullible to think you all cared about me.
Oh the pain that i'll never really understand.
I guess glasses or without, I was too blind to see.You may find me, curled up, panicked and sobbing to near death.
Oh the pain, that others complained about that i wish I listened to.
My love, you wont find another heart to break left.If you find me, my soul will be dead, arms crossed over my chest, chanting over my breath,
"You werent there for me when i needed someone to fall on."
Oh my love, didnt i see?
I was as important as an icon most writers never used; a semi colon."
-Lisabeth (Lizzie) Salems
Written on the 23/10/2017
(10/23/2017)A/N: if anyones wondering, this is aimed at my boyfriend. I hope he reads this. He doesnt really talk to me that much and tries to scare me all the time.. Is that normal for boyfriends to do that? I'm not sure. He and my best friend have surprisingly... Weirdly... Stopped hating each other. It seems like i'm in an alternative universe. Like, e.g, (my best friend is gaceing) and my boyfriend WAS going on about how he hated my two best friends (lets just call them teddy and codie, and my bf fred bc why the hell not) and boom this morning they got along and now theyre keeping secrets? Idk whats going on. Bye.
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