I used to think you were perfect.
Bubbly, sweet, charming you, with
Radiant smiles, rainbows in the dark.
How your words comforted me,
Showing me the rare compassion
I craved.
You unlocked my heart, a chamber
I had kept so well guarded.
Hidden from prying eyes,
For so many years. I remember
Pouring out everything to you,
Never once holding back. And
Oh, your words! How marvellously
Soothing they were! They cradled
My shattered soul, so gently,
So lovingly. I basked in the
Happiness of finding a true friend,
Someone who would listen
And believe me.
But how blissfully ignorant I was.
To overlook the unbelieving
Furrow of your brows,
Squinting of your eye.
Oh, I never knew, never guessed
Your every word of comfort
Dripped with doubt.
I should have known.
How I am painfully aware that I have
Only myself to blame. Those
Countless friends that had
Accused me of lying, indirectly
But with conviction.
I should have known
You would be no better,
That I should never have
Opened my heart to you.
It never mattered before.
People's doubts flew past me
Like a breeze. But you, you
Gave me an illusion, one so
Real, so believable. And now
The illusion has fallen apart.
Hurt has plunged into my soul
Like a million arrowheads.
Arrowheads buried so deep
Within my heart,
Never to come out again.
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Those Days
PoetryInnocence is bliss. I used to wish I'd grow up sooner. I thought growing up was all about getting taller and having more freedom. Just a few years ago, the only problems I had to worry about were bad grades and broken friendship. Even though I thoug...
