The thought of you rushed into my mind with no invitation, & I allowed it to take over me. I allowed it to crush every bit of hope , love & desire my soul was grasping onto. My mind was over whelmed with the thought of you lingering around there. Their were soo many mixed emotions that quite honestly I didn't know what to feel. Oh how I have fallen for a devil in disguise . But I am the fool , I am the fool for thinking that love can heal the brokenness of my own selfish desires. That compassion can fill the heart of the empty , & that some how my cold hearted thoughts can some how be softened by the thought of you. Oh how I was wrong. In the beginning all there was, was nothing . Nothing but the irrational thoughts that you will be my forever, & that my forever will be only you, then the thought of you dimmed like a candle lit room. There was trouble ahead, & the trouble was you. The darkened parts of the candle lit room described every aspect that you had. The wonders you thought about, the emotions and unknown thoughts you kept to yourself drove me crazy, it drove me crazy because they were locked away and you threw out the key to open it. & you threw it out on purpose..Because your afraid, your afraid to open the door to an uneasy road because for some reason you will think I will end up blown by a wind into a world full of nothingness , full of despairs and brokenness. But your wrong again. I have learned that the wrong doers have had a choice before they were labeled..And they choose wrong & so now they choose to do wrong carelessly an freely because its in their nature to bullshit those who have no experience in hurting. & one day they came across a fellow mate who had been bullshitted soo many times that her feelings won't & don't hurt the same anymore. Her warm heart had been frozen & is still stopped at the time of action. It remains in the place of the hurt while her mind is now in the place of the recovered. Everyday she's healing, she's healing & turning into the Monster you have made her into. It's your fault. Never play with a passionate soul that has been sunken for too long . You made the monster in me, & now ...now I will show you What happens to those who cross me. But remember, I didn't ask for this.
You did.
YOU ARE READING
The death of me
PoetryI will seek revenge for the monster you have created me into .You wronged me, & now it's time for you to feel what I felt , to hurt the way I was hurt. You will see.. You will see how your words have become the death of me ~
