remember when i told you
that you were poetry?
that your eyes were like the sun?
and your smile
something i could fall in love with
over and over again?
well, i wish i could've seen then
the things i see now -
like the way our love seemed perfect
but was often times parasitic.
[i suppose i blocked that part out,
i wish - for my sake - i hadn't]
so i guess in a way,
you still were like poetry
[this time instead of a story of
infatuation and adoration,
a sick tale of our love turned sour.
how our love crumbled because
you were to selfish to tell me the truth].
i wish i could give you the pain i felt [when you told me you lied
about loving me]
i wish you could've felt the way
you tore my heart in two,
but you just can't
- and probably won't ever -
and that's the thing
that keeps my heart aching
[the thought of the person
who tore my life away
being able to go and live their life
like they didn't ruin another's]
YOU ARE READING
escapril '20
Poetrysome more poems every day in april! here's yet another collection of poems i wrote for (almost) everyday in april. from the writing prompt challenge by savannah brown on instagram (@letsescapril).
