If the world ends,
And you are at fault,
I'll forever be by your side.
In my eyes,
You still can do no wrong.
If I say one critic about you.
Lightning.
You strike me down as if I was a helpless tree.
Berating everything I have done.
Belittling me to a point where you've taken away my speech.
I always end up silent.
I don't deserve the feeling your cloudless sky blue eyes give me.
If I have to be honest;
You make me feel vile.
You strike me down like lightning when I tell you this.
I am but a helpless tree who always gets hurt by you.
You're the master at disguise.
Spreading my secrets to any fool who will listen,
You even began
telling people you want me dead at one point.
Then,
Acting like we are best friends.
That you are "so excited to spend a month with me in summer".
Were you always such a two faced petite child?
Forever striking me down with your lightning.
You made me feel like I was in the wrong for standing up for others and myself.
I really did care about you.
God, I'd sacrifice it all for you.
But now.
I don't believe you are nice.
I have decided,
To give up nothing more for you.
I don't
deserve it .
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth
Poetry(n). A blend of homesickness, nostalgia and deep longing for something, especially one's home in Wales; an ode to the loss of our homeland, our language and our traditions. •I update this quite infrequently :(•
