November 17, 2011
I hear you're over it.
That she means nothing.
But while they point all ten fingers,
I point but one.
At myself.
Thank you, my darling,
for letting me know
that I meant nothing.
You constantly say that
you can be trusted,
but with so many blades in my spine,
it's hard to see anything clearly.
You're become the MVP of a game
only you know how to play.
A trampoline that throws whatever i say
back at me 10 times as hard.
Avoidance is a harsh punishment,
don't you think?
You have neither reason nore rhyme
to take what is not yours,
only to throw it away in the end.
I say these things in humility,
only wanting what is best.
But how to fix a heart
that was never really broken?
Ask the scars.
Only they know.

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Littlejalisa said...
Dec. 7, 2011 at 10:10 am
wow. I really like this poem it shows heart and devotion. Especially emotion. I really like your style here! you should check out some of my work and comment.
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