You have always been great
At writing how you feel
In such words that would bring me
To the brink of tears.I have always been great
At whispering sweet nothings
In rooms where no one was there
To listen.I always knew
That it would bring you back to me.But writing you soft poetry
And singing to you
when you weren'g even there.Reading your words on a screen.
How fake it really was
When you told me you loved me
When you told me you were lonelyWhen you would say I am the only one.
I smile for days and days
But not because you
Were the only one for me,
As i knew i was not the same for you,But because you still loved me
And i still loved you,
Even if it was all a lie.And now, as years have passed,
My vision is sharper,
My heart is harder,
Your memories take an axe to the barrier.
They harden my eyes and they make what used to be peace anger and desperation.They try again and again to tell me you love me and even though i know,
I know exactly who you are.Your words still make me cry,
Your voice still makes me want to fall apart.They bring me right back to you,
Even if they can't bring you back to me.
YOU ARE READING
Chords
PoetryThis life is not about your blood or your ability to get by. It's about the constant battle you have with yourself. And, how you cope. I write to relieve the pain.