I wish I never looked into your crystal clear eyes.
Maybe I could realize .
Every time I see a Nissan Titan truck.
The image is us fighting fuckkkk
Trying to hold back the tears you made.
But I know better than picking up this blade.
The hurt in my eyes.
The feelings you had were between your thighs.
I was falling for you .
Soul tie has me stuck to you like glue .
I tried to ameliorate the bond being us but that was only lust.
My heart is crying over your sorry ass.
But I still try to pick up the pieces of broken glass.
Shattered beneath my feet .
Why did we have to meet .
You tore down the walls just to play your little game .
It’s not fair it’s lame .
I though we were 50/59.
But now I’m just nothing .
You talk about how I’m worthy of many things but those are lies.
And it stings .
If only you could feel my hurt.
Beneath this bridge of pearsant dirt .
You want me to take you down the road of reminiscing?
No hard feelings or dissing .
When you kissed me for the first time I felt ecstasy high.
When I felt your touch I creamed so much .
When you called me darling,
I melted like butter on a fresh croissant so warming .
When you rock me to sleep from your restlless leg and kiss my forehead.
Caressing me in your bed.
The long conversations on the phone all night long .
30 minute drive to your house .
Talked about being your future spouse and our kids.
But those were just jokes.
Now they’re hurtful skids .
I was really falling in love with you but have me at the door step of you heart .
I thought we needed a fresh start .
But instead it drifted us apart .
How can you can pretend to have a good relationship?
But watch it sink like the Titanic ship?
I guess your true feelings will never get through to me.
But here I am writing mine in poetry .
I’m starting to think something’s wrong with me .
I have a intelligence and beauty .
But maybe I’m not enough because I don’t have a booty ?
You made me feel like I’m eating a funnel cake w/ vanilla Ice cream and strawberries on top .
Now you having my brain ticking ready to pop.
I hate that we had to end like this .
The end of the roller made my heart twist .
About the Creator
PoeticallyPurple24
I’m told I have a natural gift so let’s see how meaningful it really is !🥰
I used writing as a coping mechanism to get me through hardships in life .My goal is to become a poet that will change the world .I hope you can see my gift shine .
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