I always wanted you to be my main
but, I was completely out of my brain,
because you had me wrapped up around some chain.
This was one hurricane I couldn't maintain.
It was a really huge mistake
when I used to stay awake.
Just so you can be without any ache
but honestly, I felt like I was drowning inside of a deep lake.
Eventually, this made my heart break,
shifting the inside of me like an earthquake.
I remember when I used to call you cupcake
but every time I hear that word it gives me a sick headache.
Only till now when I couldn't take.
I took the razor and removed the brown skin
until it started to rain
with that red black stain.
I couldn't be more relieved of my pain.
It has only been a few years.
But, that never stopped my tears
because my love for you will never run dry
until the day comes when I finally die.
-Nicholas Travis Salamat
-21st December 2017
Was it cupcake or sweetheart?
It doesn't matter cause we still tore apart.
Maybe we could restart?
Because we sure were a piece of art.
YOU ARE READING
Words can dance
PoetryPoetry can be dangerous because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it. An expert at anything was once a beginner NOTE: I'm just a beginner
