My Poems

Seventeen Things

To talk too much is not a gift
When nobody wants to hear it
To pour out your heart is useless
When nobody's there to stop it

The tears you cry fall onto the ground
When nobody cares to wipe them
Since you come on too strong, scare them off
Before they can make a connection

To fall in love is a sentence of death
When it quickly fades to black
And you'll take it all just for yourself
Without regard to giving it back

So you'll push them away with force
They'll fall onto the ground
They'll realize just how cruel you are
And you'll no longer see them around

You're a cyclone of disappointment
A magnet for selfish death
And everyone else thinks the same
They repel your every breath

You'll never get any smarter
You think that life's a game
You think you can do anything
With no consequence or shame

You hope the wounds that you inflict
Will be accepted with open arms
But when anyone else calls out for help
You're busy causing yourself harm

Your flaws will be your end
You've always known that to be fact
So when your selfish ways are what kill you
Know you should have had your own back