Mixed Feelings:
Stop talking.
I don't want to hear it.
Your lies,
your excuses,
I never really believed.
You betrayed me,
and that hurts more
than a knife wound ever could.
It wasn't
all at once,
ripping off the band aid.
It was
slowly,
dragging on the pain.
Wanting to be gone,
But the guilt kept you near.
I wish you would've just left.
It would've been easier for me
to not know what happened.
But instead,
you told me everything that I ever did wrong.
So I put all these mixed feelings in a song.
You told me that I was worthless,
A waste of space.
It made me feel out of place.
Constant berating,
had me aching,
for some sort of twisted love.
I hope this makes you see,
that people are broken so easily.
Be careful what you say,
but now it's too late.
That was yesterday.
You told me everything that I ever did wrong.
Now this is your song.
YOU ARE READING
Poems By: A Girl
PoetryA collection of poems from a girl who just wants to be that best that she can be, and tries to evolve each and every day. (I changed the name from "Poems By: A Shy Girl" because I've grown to be happy with myself and to speak my mind.)