Poems by Me (and some others)

By me

Give me a rose, I won't be your thorn.

Our love was a statue made of glistening sugar.

saccharine, until it rained.

Then it was just a mess of what it once was.

Fly me away; into the stars.

I'll point at every one and tell you they are ours.

I'll beat my own heart until it's sore.

You won't hurt me anymore.

My chest a wasteland of battles that once were; but these battles were heartbreak and left these lands bare.

Don't tell me that you love me when you're clearly lying.

I see the truth, although it is blurry from my crying.

You still love her.

you choose to hurt me.

Is it that you want another person to feel your pain? 

Or perhaps, you weren't looking for anything serious.

I lay in bed at night and look out the cold, warped window.

I can still feel you whispering in my ear, telling me that I'm the only one.

If only it was true. 

I love you.