I guess I'm stupid,
Or maybe I'm just weak.
Although she never said it,
But for her I was only something
She could break.
Time after time,
Like a forced dance,
She seeped into my head.
Time after time,
Like a fake perfume from France,
She believed she's better,
Till the poor thing went back to her bed.
So after long years of endurin-
Oh wait they call that shit "Forgiving and Forgetting" ?
Sorry but I'm not into this kind of crap even if it's alluring.
What's the point to think you had the upper hand,
When truthfully you're just a puppet that wants a pat?
I guess I'm stupid,
Or maybe I'm just weak.
For you never truly loved me.
You only wanted 'something' to break.
So let me tell you this useless flower,
Run away.
As fast as you can.
Before my ugly wrath.
Is awake.
YOU ARE READING
The Rise of A Beating Heart
PoetryA Book filled with poems sewed by my deepest feelings. It's when I began to live for what I write and write what makes me feel alive. The Rise of A Beating Heart is where I exist in each and every line.
