one sided love

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Why do i always fine myself loving girls more than they love me.
Guess is a bad habit that will soon be toxic.
And i must of really hate myself because i enjoy it for a little bit.
Everyone loves a mystery, chasing  golds, and opening that mystery box and getting excited.
When we find out who we are in love with.
When we fall in love with shadows and they love us back,
we get surprise because we thought we were not worthy of love.
Little do we know that its a shortcut to bad relationships and they come in forms of  traps.
Bleeding,deceiving
Chasing headaches every minute is exhausting.
Don't you see i appreciate you by texting.
Replying at full speed i have seen myself massacred.
About several times when my crush doesnt reply or forgets to reply at times.
For the first time ever killing myself feels so good.
Especially when i have these words.
Because nobody appreciates me the way i want to be appreciated.
Climbing broken ladders trying to give love to the broken hearted.
Crying paint stains my heart and i get frustrated.
It is a never ending circle when you love  one sided.
To know failure after failure how devastated.

The lord knows why i haven't given up yet and use my power for evil instead of good.
Spitting flowers instead of dragons.
Everytime i love is like a kick in the spine.
And then you expect me to forget it and shine.
Please there is a reason why i call my self a king.
I don't steal wings from others i create my own wings.
Watch me catch flight.
And i tired of fighting for love with such a shallow minds.
If you not willing to search deep through my mind.
Then i have no reason to call you mine.
Running running i always fall a victim to chasing empty bridges.
Become a sheep to not even a farmer.
No not anymore i come from a generations of lions and kings.
And you don't chase lions or kings.
You don't plant your evil strings.
I am the pupper master himself.
Sigh let me try not to get overwhelmed.
I swear i am strength.
And i must be weak pretending to be a sheep.
In your farm.
Everytime i say sheep i feel weak and a sense of disgust through my lungs leech.
Is like taking a tiny teaspoon of bleach.......
But no more this is my victory speech

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