Few and far between.
You (few) readers are probably people I don't know, unless you're a friend and got linked here from my blog. But in any case, I'm sorry if my poems (and choice lyrics) lately have been very strangely affiliated with 'love' or rather, the absence of that four-lettered word. These are mostly poems from the past 3 months, where I have probably written more than ever. Sorry if they're really angsty. They're from the bottom of my heart.
You said you loved me, or at least that's what I heard But every time you were around me, you never said a word You'd never watch a sunset with me, you never held my hand Talked about it all day long, now I finally understand
You never loved me (you just said it cause you felt obliged) You never touched me (you said you wanted to, you lied) You never heard me crying for an hour or two You never understood what I meant to you.
Pounding my fist on the bathroom floor Screaming my heart out, wanting more, tearin out The pages of my diary, drenched with tears Plagued with discursive nightmares and fears of you, and its killing me just thinking of you
You followed me home every day after school, like a dog, on a leash, never barked at me (just played dead) like a goldfish that I overfed with ignorance and now you're Saying its my fault (like you did before)
But I can't help but think this is one overplayed scene In my mind, and I'm drawing the curtains of all we used to be Of every memory Of you and me.
