Lovely.
He tried to make me lovely,
By putting molten words of hope into my body.
But they only weighed me down,
as I sank to the bottom in my pit of sorrow.
He tried to make me lovely,
By implanting the rain into my mind,
To wash out all of my negative thoughts.
But he only created a flood which caused me to drown.
He tried to make me lovely,
By weaving the worlds most striking flowers into my hair.
But they only took hold of my mind,
And as they withered away so did I.
You tried to fix this all,
By carving the words "I love you" into my skin.
It was too soon and the blood quickly ran out,
As you sucked me dry of life.
YOU ARE READING
We Called it Love.
PoetryA collection of tales written by a depressed poet. Inspired by the boy who promised he'd never break her. These are the faults in my heart.
