It's been a while since I can truly smile.
All I think of, are horrid things.
The horrid things you've done.
I always asked myself, "What did I do wrong?"
"Why did you take my heart and tore it bit by bit within every time you've done a wretched thing?"
They taunt me at night, you know..
I wish I could tell you every dark secret of mine.
I wish I can open up to you the way I could freely write in a piece of paper.
Though i'll tell you this, you'd loose your mind trying to understand me...
Nor myself can not understand the deepest corners of my soul and mind.
I wish I could wrap you up with the same lace ribbon I wrap around my throat.
I'ld treat you as the delicate flower I once was, before my monster took control and made me one of their owns.
Parts of me still exists, and please so believe me when I sent you those thoughtful text messages.
Those poems, the one with white doves and swans; I meant every single letter of it.
We're all monsters, I wish I could've destroyed mine before I met you.
Thought destroying them, also meant destroying me.
I'm fine with that; even if my petals have been torn apart, I would mend myself back together and bloom again.
With timing, love, and patients.
Timing is a bitch though, i'll give you that.
I still think about the things you done, I wish you would've never done that.
You've done what you've done.
I can not change that.
It still kills me inside; because knowing the things she post, the stories she wrote..
They were all about you.
Everything always revolved around you...
YOU ARE READING
Bewildered Truth.
PoesieI'm just a child who writes as if tomorrow is my last day on earth. A child whose style does not consist of short skirts and pink make up, but of pens and notebooks. My mind is as ease once the ink hits the paper, every thought lingering around my m...
