Spike.
That's what you called me.
A name that filled me with glee.
Yes, I'm still hung up over you.
Sadly, I know you aren't too.
Only one of us had feelings that were real.
I hate the way you make me feel.
You were a cheater.
And yet, all I thought was "I can't wait to meet her."
This is not meant to be another Pain of Betrayal.
I just need to talk more about your portrayal.
You led me on.
But I allowed this con.
I've gotten so much advice on this.
Ones that I shouldn't dismiss
You have me in this abyss
Nothing resists
There's only a hiss
I can only reminisce.
But I still cast you no blame
I can't help this shame
It's like a flame
So lame
This fucked up game
Living frame by frame
My sanity I cannot reclaim
I hate what I became.
But that is no longer me.
This is what I decree.
I regret no thing.
I'm tired of being held together by a string.
I am not him.
The name that now makes me feel dim.
I am not Spike
I will not strike
That is what I dislike
You were so bad on my psych
Now go take a hike.
YOU ARE READING
Stale Words
Poetry𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 is an ongoing book and collection of poems and sonnets made by me, inspired by my thoughts, dreams, and personal experiences. As someone who lives with depression and anxiety, a lot of my thoughts are bound to not be very pleas...
