Bleeding and Nothingness

By HopefullyEverAfter

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A collection of poems written by someone who's trying to understand love. I hope you enjoy my content as much... More

Mother-ish
Grave New Love
Crossed Roads
Locked Away
Pieces
Wishes
Disillusion I
Disillusion II
Last Sleepless Night
Not About You
Rag
Homeless Love
Scary Thoughts
Glassware
Bleeding and Nothingness
B-Room
Deserted Island
#SocialSadness
Three
#1
The Reason Why
Inferno
Broken Dream
The Love Letter
Lost Road
How We Left
Never Let Go
Wonder
If
Everlasting
Night time
Through The Lens
The Voice Inside
In Between
Longest Rides
The Addition of You and Me
Bad Seed
Balloons & Shadows
Wicked
Out of sight, out of mind ?
Time Won't Stop For You
Broken Grounds
Masked
Reign
Surviving Pain

Gossip Cycle

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By HopefullyEverAfter

You cut my throat

and got mad when I didn't scream

to let you know I was in jeopardy.

How did you expect me find you then,

to confide in you now

when your were the one turning off

the light every time I thought I saw the way out ?

You only shut up when you were waiting

for your turn to talk,only to tell lies

even you were convinced were the truth.

You only listened so you could get dirt

on me and still be the one to clean up afterwards.

Come on G. I'm just trying to be your friend, you said.

Every time I got up and reached for your hand

you handed me both.

Little did I know all you gave, you took

the double away.

Friend and threat aren't synonyms.

At least, not when you treat them right

Didn't your mother tell you, darling?

Of course she did, you just pretend otherwise.

At least,

After all this I learned something :

The word foe has three letters.

So do you.

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