Quick to make accusations
Hard to come to a conclusion
This is all a misunderstanding
So why are you pretending confusion
Is there a problem ?
Can you not speak ?
Can we not agree ?
Tell me what you want
Do you want to be free ?
Is the problem ... me ?
It's hard to get your attention
Cause you'd rather be doing shit with intention
You say I'm ungrateful when I don't respond
Would you believe that I don't believe you at all
I see your name and don't collect the call
I know that all you'd do is ask me this and ask me that
And expect some thoroughly detailed answer back
Dim lights shine through each crack of my bones that you purposely broke
I can feel the fire burn through the scars now scarred on me
You let me become your victim to your oh so deeply excruciating pain
And I let myself believe that there was no one there for me to get away from your game
YOU ARE READING
Mystery Girl's Poems; A Dimensional Emotion
PoetryEmotions you feel. Thoughts are just thoughts until they become real. And the worst of what you've felt is what you wait to reveal.
