You're a liar. A cold-hearted, broken liar
With nothing, but sand in your hourglass heart.
You sat there, waiting for the sand to fall
Watching it slowly dwindle into nothing.
Nothing, but a pile of lies and broken promises.
You're weak. A weak, decaying rose.
Your petals are as dark as the night sky and the moon is nowhere in sight.
With thorns so sharp that it could cut anything. Even me.
You sat there, watching my hand bleed from your edges.
Not saying a word, not even helping me.
Just letting the silence fill my veins and destroy me.
And I let you.
But that's no one's fault, but my own.
Because those "I love you's" meant something to me.
They once made those butterflies in my stomach swarm
In ways, one couldn't even begin to describe
But maybe I confused that with love
I thought those butterflies were filled with life and vibrant color.
When they were begging to be let free from that rusty ancient cage.
Fluttering those dull broken wings until they were exhausted and drained.
Those simple "I love you's" used to make my heart ache.
Maybe I confused that with the ache of happiness
When it was the pain of complete sadness crippling over me
Until I was a dark shadow of someone I did not want to be.
Someone I would not dare to be.
Someone I could not even love.
And maybe that's why you did not.
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older poems
Poetrythis is older poems. definitely at the beginning of my discovery of poetry. i am keeping these up to remember my progress. this is definitely not my newest, improved work.
