Iīm shaking.
It wont stop.
My mind is collapsing,
with every thought.
I cant stop thinking,
of what we could of been,
of what your doing,
of what I used to mean.
I know its wrong,
and selfish too,
for me to think about it,
and still want you.
I messed up and I know it.
Itīs obscene to my heart,
and murderous to my mind.
I couldnīt stop it just yet.
I let it drag,
until you heard it from someone else,
and I canīt believe it now,
that I could be so horrible.
I loved you,
and of coarse I still do.
But I messed up
and Iīm sorry.
A contest entry
- the first thing to spill off your tongue by Plastic Dreams.
460 points, ended April 24, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
tell me how bad i write^^
Comments
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ehhh... apologies. even written beautiful make me weary. i've heard this before. and have been too prideful to speak them. this is tearing in me. the actual thought of messing up. i'm curious as to what it is. AH! ah! fuck relationships. lol.
but none the less. grabbed me. finalist.
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