Walking through hell in gasoline shoes doesn't burn nearly as brightly as your smile when I first met you
Each and every inch of you Is devoted to me but while you lay awake at night thinking of me I'm watching another girl bounce her tits on my TV screen
I yearn for the perfect love and spent months changing you to obtain it but at the end you're still waiting and I'm telling some whore about a non existent breakup and I blame it all on you for a different tasting kiss.
When you look at me I see the sky in your eyes but I pray you don't look back too deep and see the lies in mine.
I love you, but you're not the girl who broke my heart so now I must break yours and continue the cycle of use, abuse, recycle while searching for pieces of her in every woman I hurt. And I'm sorry that now you'll be looking for the pieces of me.
I love you. But you didn't hurt me enough to be the one I'm still looking for.
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The photo is me and the girl I wrote this poem about. We dated for nearly two years and her life revolves around me completely but in the end I left her, chasing after the girl who broke my heart years before and promising id broken up with her so I'd get her attention, even when I hadn't yet
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PoetryI use beat poems to try and explain to myself how I feel. The ones I particularly like usually end up here. I hope you like them, or perhaps that they might help you figure out your own mental maze just as they helped me. Enjoy
