Bad Poetry--Happy Friday
It feels like I handed you my heart, hesitantly
And you took it, held on to it
But whenever I wasn’t looking
You cut it, and let it bleed
Curious as to why it was there
In the first place
I want my heart back
It’s not yours
It seems like
Everything I thought I was
Everything I thought we were
Was a discarded fiction novel
The resolution pages
Are all torn out now
What is our reality?
What do I mean to you?
I feel like
A cripple
A leper
A fool
All of them
Reaching out to you
I thought I was
A princess
A prize
A passion
In reality
I was
An open shot
Waiting for a slap
In the face
posted by Anonymous @ 1:06 PM
2 Comments:
Wow, today is a dark day for blogs. We need some har hars...STAT!
I know - this is a sad un - makes me want to get you and take you to a far away place where you will be safe and happy...
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