You're the one
I don't want to listen to your weak promises,
saying one thing giving me nothing,
giving but never receiving.
I didn't know I would be a love fountain while you're a happiness sucker.
Draining myself in your needs trying to keep you entertained, hoping for you to change.
No changes, no actions taken, no appreciation.
Do I look like a cherry tree where you can just take the most colourful one and throw the rotten ones away?
I guess I turned black with white traces of bitterness.
You threw me away not knowing I would bloom again.
Here I hang as joyful as ever.
Everyone wants a taste.
However, I don't want to end up in your hands,
so I'd rather throw myself away than to stick to failure.
You're not the one
11.08.2018
YOU ARE READING
Short Poems
Poetry„If we weren't drunk that day, would you put everything on replay?"
