I'd like to cry out the feelings that I own,
But there's no one to cry to, I'm just alone.
My thoughts are muddled by your whispered lies,
I'm not yet dead, but I wish, while I cry.
Although I still blame you, I do not hate you.
Even if what you said was not true.
You are not my soulmate because of strife,
Yet I still love you, you are the love of my life.
This is my message, my ending letter.
To be honest, your friends will probably say "forget her."
I know that you love someone else, yet I'm fine.
She's more beautiful than me, simply divine.
I'm rereading this, over and over, which I regret.
I just want to cover my ears, to forget.
I just want this poem to end.
But a poem never actually finishes.
It just stops moving.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
