Her touch is never electricity,
she never sets my skin on fire,
but rather the opposite.
My anger evaporates,
my heart slows, but still throbs.
It throbs for her unlike anyone else.
Yet, she still infuriates me at moments.
I hear her words with best intentions,
"You need someone better."
I can't decide whether to
cry
or die,
fight
or spread my bleached wings into flight.
She doesn't know how scrambled my mind is,
my emotions,
my actions.
How she sets alight
my mood...
My Heart.
She doesn't know how strong it's getting the less I see her.
She doesn't know I fell in love with her strength,
Her Marvelous Mind.
I wish she knew how great she is
instead of saying what she did,
because that complicated everything.
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Poems of the (not-so) Heartless
PoetryOriginal poems by a girl torn apart by other people and herself just trying to survive in this thing we call Society.
