You are a spitting image of him,
The devil in sheep's skin,
A kind smile,
Dreamy eyes,
Hoarding demons under your skin and in your heart,
Hating the world and refusing help,
Clinging to your damaged past like it's your last shed of dignity,
Last chance of life,
I ignored every warning sign,
Even when they screamed at me and told me to turn away,
I wanted to believe you where different,
That I could help you,
That we could help each other,
Holding hands down this beaten path,
But I you let go,
To protect me from you,
To protect my heart from breaking,
Though it was to late,
There was already damage,
Another lash to add to the collection of scars,
'You never learn' my head reminds my heart,
And my heart can only reply 'I know'.
YOU ARE READING
A beautiful messy mind
PoetryA collection of poetry written about love, life, anxiety, and going from being the villain to the hero of your own story.
