I wish you were still just a
human to me
I don't want to look at you and
just see poetry
I think of this phrase every time I think of You
Anytime I see your face and most painful of all
Every time I hear your voice
Because I know if for just one second you found out I have these feelings of a stabbed heart it will break yours
it wasn't always like that though the sight of you used to bring a big smile to my face
Always
I couldn't wait until the next time I would see you
You being around was just a natural thing for me
everytime I told you "I loved you "It didn't make anything feel weird or awkward
that's just what I felt so I told you
and I knew it wouldn't make you feel uncomfortable
because that's what we did
when we felt something we told each other
There was no secrets between us
and when she said it back it actually felt like she did
Love Me
She was always "My Person" the one person I felt completely comfortable with
But suddenly that all changes In a blink of an eye
and I knew from that moment on
it was going to make my life a lot more
unbearable
all because of you
The person that meant the world to me The person I could not live more than two seconds
without
Is now the person that just the sight of you makes me
tear up
Knowing all I am to you is your little personal assistant there to fix your life and all the
messed up things in it
when you have no clue what kind of impact
me being that person for you has on me
you have no clue how many times you have made me cry
to the point where I feel literal pain in my chest
As if someone took a mallet and was chiseling a hole through my heart because essentially that's
what you were doing
all the times you make me feel worthless and unloved
And most painful of all
All the times you have broken my heart in pieces with your
"I'm cutting again"
Or have stabbed me in the back with your
"But I still love you and would do nothing to hurt you"
When she knows her hurting herself is what hurts me
But I guess that is all you are to me after all
Poetry
I wish that wasn't so but I can't do anything to change that
Now can I .
- You
YOU ARE READING
She's Not The Same
PoesíaTo You The one who at one point meant the universe to me I tell the unsaid mystery of my emotions and thoughts The thoughts I have blotted down on blank sheets of paper So after all these years you can finally understand a percentage of the pain yo...
