Ultimatum
What is trust to you?
Is this but a game?
Left without a clue.
Do I even know your name?
Lavished lifestyle, so sycophantic,
You have my heart in your hands.
The desire to serve you, to be romantic,
To be lost forever in the sands.
You say you have feelings,
Do you really just?
Your facade has its failings,
Maybe it's just lust.
I'm broken and empty, but I try.
I've tried and died alas.
My inner torment wonders why,
I'm repeating my forgotten past.
Look me in the eyes,
Tell me what you see.
Listen to my cries,
Look what's been done upon me.
Actions speak louder than words,
And your word is all I have left.
My emotions drop, off the gallows fly the birds,
Is it emotional murder or theft?
You act like I'm nothing,
Soon nothing's what I'll be.
So if I can tell you one thing,
Take this advice from me:
Trust me. I'd never want to hurt you.
Let me in, be yourself and true.
If not, It'll be nothing new,
You'll be but a memory,
Wishing to be forgotten too.
26/11/14
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The Black Book: The Last Romantic
PoetryAssorted poetry from the Black Book regarding love, heart break, and the seemingly endless search for "the other half". As is customary of my works, a few of them contain dark undertones.
