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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Dark · #1684209
This is a piece I wrote back in December of 09. It was a sad time, but made a decent poem.
You came along and ripped me from my shell,

and took my hand to guide me through my mental hell,

and brought me to the surface to show me the light,

and show me that to love is quite alright,

but as time elapsed and you broke my heart,

I came to the nasty realization with a start,

that while you helped me see the sunshine,

you ripped away all you had shown me and left me with the sound of my whine,

now I feel hollow and empty,

unable to be me,

as I look at my surroundings,

I see naught but chains and locked away things,

and in my mind,

I went to a place I thought I’d left behind,

and when I look for you and you’re nowhere to be found,

I feel myself sinking slowly into the ground,

and in my dark thoughts and wishful dreams,

my heart feels as if it’s bursting at the seams,

because no matter the things you did to me,

I’d be happy as can be,

If in a year and a half’s time,

that you’d still want to be mine,

but my mind doubts that this will come around,

so here in sorrow I suffer with no sound,

I’ve slowly become more fucked up in the head,

I feel as though I am dead,

though the things that bother me most,

are the happy memories which haunt me like a ghost,

and an idea came and stuck in my brain,

and leaves me feeling that here I can’t remain,

I feel that this pain I must endure,

even though I feel worthless and unsure,

I must do something to get you out of my thoughts,

cause everything seems to point to you like a connect-the-dots,

and the things I see and the things I feel,

make me seem lost in things which are not real,

and in a place where once was peaceful oblivion,

there is now my subconscious serving thoughts of you like a minion,

and when i wake,

my heart starts to ache,

for my first thoughts are of thee,

and my first wish is to look and see,

your beautiful face right there,

asleep with your hair everywhere,

but both my mind and my heart want things,

though the thought that those things can never be stings,

I still yearn for them daily,

and it’s starting to drive me crazy,

and I write this now,

to help me vent but I don’t know how,

my mood is fading,

rather than eliminating the drowning sorrow I am merely wading,

and where I’ll be,

I cannot see,

and whatever you wish me to do,

I’ll do for you.
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