I hate this.
How can I just sit here,
And take it?
Make it a little harder,
Maybe then I'll collapse,
Fall to my knees.
Begging please,
But we both know it'd mean nothing!
So lets live this something.
Something?
What it is it anymore?
Used to know it so well,
But now Im just not sure.
I can feel it swelling in my head...
In my head,
In my head I know.
I know we're dead!
You bled for me,
Bled to let me free.
I ponder in silence,
Wanting to escape this violence,
This piercing silence,
Between us,
As we rust,
Pretending not to see it.
Living a lie,
Just pretending not cry.
Say we're okay.
But we can't live this way.
It's not you it's me!
Maybe I just can't see,
That pretty perfect picture we thought we could be.
You said you'd let me go,
But I didn't know,
It meant this damn reality-show.
Everyone's watching,
So we have no choice but smile in this bile,
Just a little while longer.
Longer is a joke.
I swear this whole damn thing will end up in smoke.
Hope?
What is hope?
Hope screamed "Nope,"
So long ago.
I can't cope when their eyes are all glued to me.
They just want to see,
Us break!
Watch me scream!
This whole thing...
It's heartbreaking!
Why are we playing such a stupid game?
It's a shame.
They said it would never work.
Maybe they were right.
Yet still we can't just let it end tonight.
So we fight.
Fight for what?
I forgot that stuff.
All I know is their throwing the punches,
And we're in the deep,
Burning romantic lunches,
And forever losing sleep.
Is this what love means?
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To Kill a Poet.
PoetryI hate poems. They really suck, but then again, they do it well... So, Kit, you're welcomed to browse here if you have nothing better to do. However, if periodic sadism or provocative content tends to be quite unsettling to you, (in other words, if...
