Blame me for not being perfect
Tell me that I'm worthless
Hurt me straight in the heart
Scream your lungs out on my face
Make me feel miserable
Spit those hurtful words on meBlame me for being ugly
Tell me that I'm hateful
Hurt me like you've never hurt no one
Scream all your anger out on me
Make me feel the desire to die
Spit those heart-aching words on meAll these aren't new
I told myself I'm used to it
I believed that I've felt this too much
But it always hurts like the very first time
Even if this repeats a countless times
It would still hurt like never before
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In The End, Love Lost [POETRY]
PoetryHow is it possible that I feel like you're already breaking my heart and I haven't even had you yet ?