I had a dream about you.
Or maybe it was a nightmare.
But anyway
You were there, and you loved me
Loved me? The audacity
Is it possible, that in my reality, you
Yes, you. You could love me
I always turn to the sex,
Say that it was an excuse, but fuck me
It isn't. I didn't love you
Let's get one thing clear
I wanted you, I craved you, you took my heart with you
And left me for another girl
Acceptance, I still look for it
In myself. Accept that I wasn't enough
That I was the understudy for the girl
right behind the curtain
Really. I could be prettier
Was that the problem. I wish you had more heart
My heart when we.. you know what we did
It had a pace, pleasure, pleasant pain
But I didn't know that
You were stealing my soul
Each stroke, Each grip
The dream! The dream
The thing that concludes this
Word, this thought
You loved me, and then she walked in
The girl you truly wanted, waiting.
Pacing about behind the curtain
With her beauty, her skin
From my burning fire, to her peaceful warmth
You walked to her, forgot me there
Maybe that, that was supposed to happen
But why did it happen?
You took her hand, and
She led you away
But what you took?
A piece of me, the part I forgot about
The part when I realised
That.. maybe I did love you
Shit.
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The Ones that Talk About Heartbreak and Love
PoetrySo this collection of poems were initially about heartbreak and love between two people in romantic sense. But after writing this for, I don't know how many years, I started to see that it was more than that. I start to see heartbreak in so many oth...
