· ༘ ➳〔someone loved me〕࿐࿔🖇
She filled my heart with kerosene
Lit me up, now I can't breath
Because I fell a little too hard
For only half of her heart.
There was a fire that burned too bright,
A flame that is now lost into the night,
Torching everything that once felt right
Leaving me without sight.
Cause that's what happens every time
When I give this love of mine...
Blind love, foolish heart,
Now I'm once again torn apart.
At least I got ink in my veins
And poetry takes my feeling's reins,
Because it is truly beautiful how someone so scarred
Can still turn pain into art.
So, you never left me alone.
You just stripped me of the person that felt like home,
But, as long as I got paper and ink,
I can no longer feel, just leave me to think.
Alas that doesn't push away the sickness
That I feel as I caress
The human-shaped emptiness
You managed to leave inside of me,
Chaining me down, I'm no longer free.
I'm bound to break and bound to fall,
'Cause I give either nothing or all
And there's not one of you that deserved
Watching me being unnerved.
Is it sad or is it fun
Watching me struggle to be someone's number one?
Is it cruel or is it just
Letting myself down for other's lust?
Everything is changing and I no longer fit,
I'm just another pawn, another misfit.
Life is selfish for giving all this torment
To the very soul of a small poet.
YOU ARE READING
Of sweet and sour - poetry book
Poetry...and maybe sometimes words and paper are enough to heal a wounded heart
