Poems: Words Of A Poet

Hurting You

How can I please you,
How dare I go out and stop you,
If only I knew,
That there was a way I could tell you,
That I can feel pain too;

Even though you're gone,
I can't forget what you've done,
And even though they got you locked up,
You soon be running free while I am still fucked up;

Now I don't know what to do,
How do I know what's true,
Yet I still wonder what would I do,
If it was me who ended up hurting you,
If only we knew,
That painful memories was a part of it too,
Yet I still wonder on what would you do,
If it was me who ended up hurting you;

I love you,
Who would of thought that all of these painful memories would come along,
Broken promises across the floor,
I couldn't take it anymore;

What's the use of being used,
Things done wrong are nothing but news,
What's the use of hurting another,
A human becomes the monster;

Now I don't know what to do,
How do I know what's true,
Yet I still wonder what would I do,
If it was me who ended up hurting you,
If only we knew,
That painful memories was part of it too,
Yet I still wonder on what would you do,
If it was me who ended up hurting you;

I can't take the idea that everything was my fault,
But I can't blame it on you either,
But like a wound covered in salt,
Things just happened to get harder,
Sticks and stones,
Break bones,
But your anger,
Breaks my heart,
My monster,
I don't know where to start;

With all if this pain and kicking,
And all this uncontrollable screaming,
Words get lots in the depths of darkness,
With an ending that ends in bitterness,
It hurts but it's true,
Yet I still wonder what would you do,
If it was me who ended up hurting you;

What can I do,
How do I know what's true,
Yet I still wonder what would I do,
If it was me who ended up hurting you,
If only we knew,
That painful memories was part of it too,
Yet I still wonder what would you do,
If it was me who ended up hurting you;