| Happy's Poems 8 |
| Ramblings of a Broken Man Haunting me, leaving me, Without purpose or my thoughts, You were it there was no more, And now with you gone there is nothing, No purpose nor air to breathe, No solitude to think nor company to cry to, And what would I cry had I the chance, Bitch about how you hurt me, How impersonal this had all become, Fucking end it now, Bullet through my disfucntional deranged brain, Bleed memories of you from me, My nostrils fill with the scent of bridges burnt, My eyes fall upon those we are yet to burn, When building up is too much work, Do you just burn the ashes, Hope it to rise as a pheonix from the still burning flame, In their fate reflects my heart, Burning, popping, blistering, For you, all for you, As it was and always is, Fuck the reality they've laid before me, When every choice is preset with options that don't respond, My life is a movie stuck on pause, Forever in the same rut, I can't go down, I can't go up, If there's a reason for me being here, it escapes me, If there's a method to the madness of being friends, This time I can't settle for less, When I know we could be so much more, Do you think of me when he's fucking you, Kissing lips that I should, Holding you with arms that should be mine, Saying all the words that I should say, Treating you like shit when you know I treat you better, But you love him, he's your world, And if I'm the nicest guy in the world, Then surely I come in last Talking Without Speaking You were the worst thing that ever happened to me, And yet you were the best, How could I fuck it up so good, Just by not being him, Distance tugs at a broken heart, And tears whats left to bits, Leaving me a broken, lifeless waste of flesh, Saddened, angry, hopeless, What will life become, Call me melodramatic, call me what you like, It doesn't change that you're the worst thing in my life, I felt such pain when you left me, And now I feel it still when we part ways, You are his, as he tries to cage what should be free, Did I hold on too lightly, Holding tight is not my way, If you want to be free, I couldn't bear to hold you back, But you want someone to rule you, Own your every breath, Thats what you are to him, Not a lover, a possesion, And still you are the best, And yet you're the worst |
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