Enough about love,
Don't tell me how you met, and how he whispered in your ear
Enough,
Enough about love,
Don't tell me about how warm his hands were, and how cold yours were
Enough,
Enough about love,
Tell me instead of how old you were when you realized love was a lie
Enough,
Enough about love,
Don't make me jealous,
Tell me stories filled with emptiness and sadness,
To match
Me
YOU ARE READING
Painful Truths
PoetryLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
