right now I'm sitting here staring at the wall
the wall which holds that cursed picture
the one which has me
smiling
laughing
for you
with you
i remember how you held me then
with so much love
the same arms which now minutes ago held my friend
whispering how much i never meant to you
how hard it was for you to pretend
pretend that you loved me
how you gazed at me
with such LOVE when i took you to our first date
when you whispered sweet nothings into my ears
tell me why'd you make me fall for you
why did you pretend
why did you make me love you
i'm sitting here with all the scars
scars which make me who i am
scars which i hated
scars which you acknowledged
scars that you grew tired of
you told me
that
you loved me
loved me for who i am
all the scars and rough edges
yet you left me
tired of me
i never knew
that someone could grow tired of loving
tired of caring
i wonder when did you stop
and since when was i so oblivious
for believing
in redemption
for hoping
a chance to live again.
-laina
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Words Sung By A Weeping Soul
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. My genre Is angst and these poems are full of them. Pondering about the world, wondering why you exist. I try to put thoughts like these into my poems. And a warning my poems don't rhyme. And contain simple words but w...
