What the fuck is wrong with me?
Every poem I write eventually
ends with the same subject, I try and try
but I always talk about that lie
love lost is much worse than never to love
fuck all this shit, fuck you above!
I still remember the look in your eye
when you would see me, I wanted to cry
it made me so happy to see you filled with joy
but I fucked with love like a toy
how fucking stupid can I get? Everywhere I look
I talk and hear about trust; it’s even on my notebook
what the fuck is wrong with me?
Every night I eventually
think about the fun we had
all the times we laughed and talked, I should be glad
cause I know I won't have that ever again
no love will be as strong as that was then
and it's all my fault, don't take any blame
you know I thought and lived life like it was a game
now all I feel is shame and guilt
for ruining true love, something that should take years to be built
but we knew something special was there
and trashed now, quite dismayed and despair
fills the void in my chest where
your face used to be, no heard lies there
for I've ripped it out and burned it
all over some stupid shit
that I said, why the fuck did I do that?
Why can't I just take it all back
why won't you forgive me and follow your heart?
Go back to the beginning the start
of something that you know you desire
accept my mistake and quench the fire
in my body for the is
no other that I would kiss
the way I kissed you no one made me feel the way you do
so I ask you not to start over, but to take down your shield, think it through
and wonder if it would happen more than once because I believe it won't
how can you just not care?


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