They aren't lies, I swear
Just things I don't mention
But if you asked, what could I say?
What would I say?
Would I lie then, or tell you the truth?
I've gotten so used to keeping secrets
That I've forgotten how to say them
Without the expectation of failure.
Would you run away
Like they did?
I'll keep dragging my feet
And clutching my throat
To keep you from seeing
How fucked up I can be.
What a monster I am.
It's hidden away
Just like everything else
Way deep down
Where no one could ever see it.
I can't let you go
I'm tired of seeing people leave
Just the thought and I can't breathe.
It must be true, what they say
That the heartless once cared
Too much.
I hope you don't have to see
The beast that sleeps beneath my skin
It's been too long
Since I've felt safe from myself.
I'm not a liar
I promise I'm not
I just don't say it
It's quiet on my end
While all the words rush in my head.
How sick it makes me feel
To see you with her.
Maybe I should have told you
The truth.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of my venting/darker poetry. Some may contain triggering material or swear words, so here's a warning for that. I'll post a new poem whenever I can! Feedback is always welcome! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy.
