My Poetry

Eight Lies

I can see your regrets from the shadows of the trees,

I can see you crying, praying on your knees,

Stories on your skin in only my eyes,

I can hear your sweet goodbyes,

They'll be scared when they hear the truth,

They'll be running away from you,

Two words that didn't hold you back,

Eight scars that reminded you of what you once had,

A deep fog that made each fade,

Eight cuts you would have made,

For each person that you hurt,

For each person that you cursed,

For each time you said you wouldn't lie,

For each time you promised you wouldn't cry,

Eight cuts you put on yourself,

Endless pain you cast upon oneself,

Eight times you said goodbye,

Eight times you made a lie.