I could sense before they said it
I could smell that regret
The empathy
They wound up
To complete with venom
Of their thoughtless meaningless words
And I could see them saying
How they could just not take it
Forever was a long time to make it
Gave away my heart it seems only to see them break it....
It feels like I had memorized their lines in my head
Before they even had considered to say it
I know I know their reasons are justified
To them anyways
I never asked them to come close
But indignant as they are
They try to do better
Pity the 'loner'
Pity the 'loser'
Pity the 'lost'
-That's what they named me-
And now they've had enough
And they just cant help it
Their reasons be damned
As much as they damned me
I already had enough of pity
Why did they have to promise something
They cant give
Why not try to first end their hypocrisy
Then pretend to save me
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
