Its just when i think ive lost you
I reach a place inside myself
And discover how truly
Narcissisic i am
To believe
I could not betray you
In the same way i
Constantly betray myself
I berate myself
Just as i do others
Im too good at identifying
Peoples faults
As well as my own
I dwell on these things
Eat these imperfects while
Their heart still beats
Tear into them as if
Its my lifeforce
And i hurt
And i cry
Because at some point over the years
I know
And realize
I just destroy
Myself, and the people i love
I always wondered why i loved
The Labyrinth so much
Maybe it was Bowie,
Or the puppets,
But i know why i love it now
Jareth says to Sarah
She takes things for granted
And Sarah continually
Always does
And Sarah says everythings
Unfair
I am just like Sarah.
I took you,
The people i love,
For granted.
And i hurt you, and everyone
That i really, loved
I loved you and everyone
More than myself
But the truth is
I dont love myself
At all
So you being a step
Above me
Doesnt mean
Much at all
Does it?
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Breathing and Other Concepts
PoetryPoetry about L words. Life, lessons, and (don't tell my mom) love. Moving on from your home town is difficult, but not near as difficult as leaving your first love. Do they know how much you adore them? No. Do you hesitate anyway? Yes. This story...
