You
You with your eyes of emerald that pierce deep into my soul like a dagger
You with your words that suck the life out of me, yet I still can't get enough of you
You with your charismatic walk and talk
You chew me up and spit me out like garbage
But still, I stay
You with your comfortable manoeuvres and flirtatious manner
But still, I reside like the sand
Why?
Because I am loyal
You with your mood swings, up, down and all around
But still I am unshaken as the concrete, you step on every morning to torture me some more
I still get jealous knowing you will treat every girl like the trash you took out last night.
-yet jealousy is a game you taught me, isn't it?
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
