Your thoughts, they bleed, like my hands
tortured and mutiliated on demand.
They bleed off the wall, like rust and gloom,
and carve into my bones like solitude.
Your habits I cannot stand them at all,
and everyday you watch me fall.
I keep believing in the things you say,
and everyday you walk away.
My eyes burn with frustration, pain, tears;
how do I numb the pain after all these years?
And then those words, you diffuse
Surround me tauntingly, in my muse.
My throat is jagged with this pill,
taken regretfully upon your will.
I will not sleep well tonight,
after the remnants of our fight.
But heed my warning, if you so,
I'll tell you one thing, before I go.
This pain you caused me, will come to an end,
And the wounds I have, will surely mend.
The damage is done, the stage is set,
I say it all in confidence, without regret,
that if this is the road you have decided to take
then listen carefully, make no mistake,
If this is the way you want it to end,
just remember, you were my best friend.
Author notes
So this is how it goes. Wow, I'm in university and the drama never ends.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Aww, I can feel the pain within
here deeply. And I agree with you,
it seems no matter how much we've
matured, there still lies drama in
the ones around us-- especially
the ones there all along.
Beautifully scribed.
Best of luck & thanks for entering
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It is so hard to swallow the downfalls of the ones we love the most. Well written poem.
♥
whisper
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What a touching poem - looking forwards to reading more from you!
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