I haven't written in a while. Guess I just haven't found the time, or maybe I didn't want the memories to come flooding back in my mind, but I sit here at home, and the silence is deafening, so my mind fills up with thoughts of when we were happy.
Lately, it just hasn't been the same anymore. You pretend that you care, but I can see it in your face, and it breaks my heart trying to keep yours at bay.
The pen and paper are my only consolation. It's the therapy my heart has been begging me to start taking. Tears cloud my eyes. Pain clouds my soul. I always wish you would have just left me alone.
No matter what you did to me, I always came back. I never left your side because I'm loyal like that. Putting my feelings into words, I have come to see that you mistook my loyalty for weakness, my dear.
It will be hard to leave, I'm not going to pretend it won't, but I'd rather take the pain of leaving than the pain of your abuse.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Rose
PoetryThe pen bleeds the words my mouth does not utter. If I show you my heart, would you proceed with caution? I was an innocent stepping into the game of love. Someone should have told me that all is never fair in matters of the heart. Dive into this th...
