You left
Broke my heart
You betrayed me from the start
But I don’t care
I still miss you
When I cry into the dark
Cause in the end
I hear my own heart
And it beats wrong when you’re far
I guess we all just do what we want
Why you hurt me
Why you hurt
Why I forgave you
Ripped that shirt
In the end each person does
Just what they want
You say you can’t return
You fear the ones who carried spurn
But the only truth I seeks within
The answer to the question thin
Fuck the past and present sins
Where is it you belong again?
For all of it means nothing else
If you want this life, this love
It waits for you upon the shelf
Because I want it there myself
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Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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This was so poignant and emotional. Loved your poem!