When i was falling in love with you, you had reassuringly smiled to me saying, that baby I will catch you, keep your faith in me and like a blind fool I gave my trust to you, willingly.
But the moment i plummeted til the end, that time i fell onto the ground, you were not there to ensure my safety. you let me bleed and you let me cry, you instead laughed as if this was a joke to you and walked away still chuckling. To you apparently, me being completely in love with you, was gelastic.
It hurt, knowing you gave me false aspiration. not only was my body bruised and hurting, but my mind and tender heart were forever damaged.
My outlook on the emotion "love" was changed until now I am not sure for the better or worse. But i know that i am trying my best to untangle myself from the web I weaved myself into for you, and you could easily let me out yet you decided to play with me a bit more. So here i am stuck, trying to get out, hurting from every angle of my crux. The numbness is settling into my lungs slowly. Languidly my affection, compassion, sympathy, clemency, were leaving from my follicle's.
Making my red heart which once pumped love, now grey and absolutely sad.
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Scrabbles
Poetrymatchsticks only go to waste when they are lit and once they are lit their lives are slowly being smothered just like humans sometimes i write nice and sometimes i don't all depends on my head
