I blew it

I blew it

A Poem by David-Tyler

I know I blew it, I'll never have a chance at anything healthy
I don't know if it's that I don't deserve it, or if somebody cursed me
Maybe it's that I'm some sort of poison, and that's why nobody stays
I drain them so deeply in such intimate and inhumane ways

All alone, nobody stares, nobody cares, I'm transparent
But under a spotlight all my flaws become apparent
Subtly hinting at my suicidal subcurrent 
Kick me to the curb and close the curtain

It's just another tired day of a lonely defeat
Working at a job I couldn't hate more and sitting on the street
Star gazing, starting to wonder did my soul mate forget about me
I miss the days when I used to be so carefree

There wasn't a wrong thing to say, or did I just not realize
Everytime the memories come back a new piece of me dies
Where did the time go, how did I end up here
In the worst position, in the worst way, just playing to my fear

Anxiety is an old friend I made when we were enemies
Laughing at the times passed by making memories
August second in a hotel room with who I thought I loved
But little did I know I was unloved by my dearly beloved 

Love, love, lonely little lie is that word love
And the reality of the word is like a gun hiding behind a boxing glove
It's dangerous but you don't realize how much until you're bleeding
On my knees, hands on chest gently pleading

I know I blew it, I'll never have a chance at anything healthy
I don't know if it's that I don't deserve it, or if somebody cursed me
Maybe it's that I'm some sort of poison, and that's why nobody stays
I drain them so deeply in such intimate and inhumane ways

© 2018 David-Tyler


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I post my worst work here to get constructive criticism. I'm critical of other people because that's what's helpful. I won't make anything personal until you do. I'm not here for drama, fights, or oth.. more..

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A Poem by David-Tyler