I think with my heart
And not with my head
Maybe that's why I
Chose to trust you instead
Of pushing you away
I do this subconsciously
Even though I've told myself
This isn't how it'll be
Years and years
I can't seem to stop
Some days I love you
Others, I beg you to rot
Within the depths of hell
Where you seem to drag me
You say I'm exaggerating
But I guess you don't see
The path you're striding down
The person you said
And promised you wouldn't be
Now you're chosing instead
To listen to everyone
Except for your kids
Your promises are filled
With lies and the heads
Of poisonous snakes
That snap at everyone
Who tries to help
I just want to be done
With all this pain,
Uncertainty and instinct
I'm tired of trying
My motivation is meek
My will is dwindling
To a burnt-out ember
I will simply refuse
To do this anymore
If you can't consider
My thoughts and emotions
I refuse to show
Any more devotion
YOU ARE READING
The Poems Of Me
PoetryPoetry is a form of venting for me. So don't be surprised if you read this only to find a book full of meaningful, and possibly confusing, poems. In some way, my poems are a form of myself and my own feelings. ((PLEASE DON'T STEAL! I MAKE THESE POE...
