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by Alex Barry 14 days ago in sad poetry

A Poem

There
Photo by Eric Muhr on Unsplash

Hey, there you are

Eyes burning like night time stars

News you told me, hit like a car

Now you say, this a new start?

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Hey, there you are

You’re too fucking late

Fill you with tears from a far

something like that, but I can relate

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Go ahead and be alone

We could have made a home

This pain will be all yours

you left and that hope tore

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Could have been yours

You go ahead, stay scorned

But You still wanted more

Because that is what I am for

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What did I fucking do?

Land on my fucking sword

be alone, be blind, I can still see

My hopes tied to his misery

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Land on that fucking grenade

Planned it out, got it all paid

But ya right, it’s not our home

Guess I just need to be alone

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I am the monster of this tale

There’s a wall I need to scale

Shouldn’t have given a care

You two happy, I won’t stare

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You know I’m Built to suffer

To be your pretend lover

that’s Why I was born

Because That is what I am for

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Everything made, gonna fade

Natural state of things, decay

when it feels like it will stay

It will collapse and melt away

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Everything said, every word

Might as well be a fucking curse

did I make things even worse?

Told you, don’t get close, it hurts

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No one told you? Did it ruin you?

now you’re broken, bloody and blue

Who told me? Can’t tell whats real

I’m the reason why? That true?

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Twist and turn, hope it burns

onto the next, see how this hurts

Like me, easy to see

if she stays or leaves

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Well it may be absurd

I can show where it hurts

I want to be your wreck

Think there’s a hole in my chest

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I might be scaring you away

But I make the best of every day

Believe there are ways I can leave

That’s at least what you told me

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But It may be in all my head

I might actually be dead

I look around, and it’s a pitch

Wouldnt that be rich?

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I’ll be your broken soul

I’ll be your taken cold

I’ll be your sullen look

I’ll be that child shook

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I’ll be whatever you say

I’ll be your throw away

I’ll gather all the dust

I’ll be the lord of rust

sad poetry
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