You're dancing with disaster
In every two faced step.
Spend each night talking to an empty bed
Pretending he never left.
When he's gone, the clouds come out-
But when he's back the sky's still dark;
You tell yourself he cares for you
But through each broken glued up heart,
You've convinced yourself it's love,
but it's been torture from the start.
An easy lesson to teach, but a hard one to learn-
It's not love if all you feel is breaks and cuts and burns.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Poison
PoetryMy poems from when I just felt the urge to write. Just trying to push out my emotions and hopefully helping you cope with yours <3. All poems are my own please don't repub but enjoy
