There's no title for my feelings

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I fucking hate you

You tell me you love me

That you want to understand

You tell me you want me to be happy

But shoot my smiles away

With the arsenal of words

You tell me I'm beautiful

Then you tell me I'm a freak

I guess you're either too perfect

Or not good enough

It's at that point

Where I've trained my tears to fall silently

I've forced my smiles bigger

Than the happiness within

I've been pushed out of it

Into it

Towards it

Away from it

"Oh, honey you can talk to me.

You can come to me with anything."

Sure

What a lie

You liar.

You don't deserve to know me.

You don't have what it takes to understand.

Your mind is so closed

And you play pretend like it's open.

It looks like you're point of view us scewed.

To you, you look perfect.

But to me you look like you.

You look like a man who's desprite for love

Who drinks the tears of orphans

Like an athlete drinks water.

Your wife says you look

Like an angel who fell from heaven.

All I see is an angel who was kicked out.

And I see every reason why

Sent to hell, but stopped half way

Because nobody wants you.

Except for the one just like you

Perfect you.

Perfect to you.

Attractive you.

Attractive only to you.

You see

You see how it works?

You see how this window opens?

See how easy I could climb out of it.

Notice how simple it is

How easily I could slip away.

You see how many people could come in?

How many guys could come in my room?

How many times I could be fucked?

All the options?

Every opportunity you give me.

Every trigger you pull.

I've only been fucked once

Mentally

By you.

I'm your mind fuck slut

And here I am stuck

Unprotected and weak.

My future looks bleak

What future?

The one you fucked.

Thanks.

Thanks for not listening

Thanks for not understanding

Thanks for 100 percent you

And holding me down at zero percent me.

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