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Rated: E · Prose · Emotional · #2156437
a short poem about my past
I once trusted you,
but you were not real,
the woman you truly are is fake.
luckily my heart will heal.
However, you will do
what is true,
Your mistakes are yours to make,
but they aren't real
and they will break.

I once believed you,
when you had nothing.
I was there,
when no one was,
you were alone.
I took the risk
it turns out your coldness was truly quite brisk.
I sat there listening to you
telling me you were blue,
that you'd always be true.
it was all lies
which are now stacked so high,
piles so high they almost touch the sky.

I once believed in you,
in all you said,
every little word that came out of your head.
If you would have said that I should kill myself,
I would be dead.
Even after things fell apart,
Yet I gave you everything you wanted.
I still wanted that start.
You used to wait for my texts,
as I did too.
But now I know it was pure poo.

Yes, there were mistakes made,
things that should have been done but they were not,
things that are now dead
leaving them to rot,
in the darkness that once was my heart.
Now you use terms like no forgiveness and hate,
but I think it is more like fate,
even after I did what I needed,
after reason was given, I heeded not.

You act so calmly and cool,
anyone who would be lulled into security is a fool,
only to be used and put away as a tool.

But I am gone now,
and I don't care
if you are good or not.
Don t care if you in a house, apartment, or a box,
sleeping on the floor or a cot.
You will find no countenance in me,
my patience is over and done,
I know this is meant to be
I doubt it not.

I did give you what you want,
It was hard but I decided it wasn't enough for you to flaunt.
In my mind, your memories will always haunt.

You say “ too little, too late.”
That was wrong,
it was fate.
It wasn't easy,
in anyway shape or form,
in fact, looking back, it does seem a bit cheesy.

Just so you know I am alone,
I no longer sit there by the phone,
waiting to hear your smile,
or your laugh,
all I hear is my own karma
laughing at my back,
for believing in the track
I long ago put on the rack.
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