You said no
But my emotions overpowered me
Handcuffed me to him
And I got addicted
Emotionally afflicted
Guess you ' predicted'
That he'd blind fold me
And told me
To trust him
And all I hear is the words of you
Saying he's gonna throw me in the fire
And my only desire
Was to run away
Your little girl cried
Because the truth is I'm afraid
I'm peeping through these blinds
Hoping to find
That persona behind the mask
The boy I thought would hurt me
And leave me to be
But see past the fog
And you'd see he never did
The only promises left broken was mine
That night you took away the blank screen
That night he said I was mean
And I didn't care
Because it wasn't my fear
To leave lonely
I was very afraid
To let him in
For he was already broken
And opened up his wounds to me
Can't you see
There more to be
Nobody saw the things he did
Just to make everyone happy
That his curls were brown
He was hiding a frown
And it all he smelt bleach
And his desire was of guns
Self harm was his duty.
But all you could see
Is this little girl
Being abused by a fictional entity
A boy with dark eyes
And rough hands
I fell hard and bruised my lips
And risked it all
Trying to save him
From setting off that bong
While you watched from the shadows
Peeking through the windows
Assuming that I was the one to be saved
Not everyone could be a hero
And in life there are villains.
He was no villain nor a hero
Just a lost boy with lots of regrets.
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Midnight Music
PoetryBeing a poet or even a writer is a means of survival and a therapeutic process of self-expression. This is a compilation that identifies the growth of individuals which showcases the complexities of life, especially that of a teenager. The protagoni...
