Just A Cold Story of A Loving One

My blood stained pen.

Hitting the paper flesh again.

The cuts are deeper than last time.

A silent church.

A silent tear sliding the face of a mural.

Dear Lord.

You’re like a clap in the dark.

Simple candles.

The only light here.

Disturbed and Deranged.

That’s all I can be.

Even in a church.

Just a cold story of a loving one.

I want to be somebody.

Not just any somebody.

I want to be Her somebody.

I am Her somebody.

It feels like there’s two of me.

The writer being me.

The boyfriend being the other me.

But I act on instinct.

Just a feeling I have.

Nothing really matters.

Except for My Heroine.

No one cares but her.

Not Blue, Noizes or Namelezz.

Just a cold story of a loving one.

This is the story of a guy.

He gave saving his friends a try.

He turned his back to cry.

It was his destiny to die.

Nothing’s real here.

In this clouded darkness.

No feelings.

I can’t keep it up.

At this pace I’m being torn down.

Just as fast as I climb up.  

I fall from grace again.

I feel the darkness turning me again.

Just a cold story of a loving one.

I can’t live like this.

Hiding my tears in Her arms.

I should stand up for myself.

But I can’t, not today.

What’s with this broken nation.

Having this celebration.

For gunning down the b*****d born.

There’s not a single pleasure in this world.

Not for me anyway.

Just a cold story of a loving one

Author's Note

Exceed my expectations with your honest opinion on this piece of shit...

Fallen

Reviews

[Brook Hughes]

This is not a piece of s**t! It is a wonderful poem, and I enjoyed reading it! Keep writing.

[A Risen Heroine.]

Babe, I'll always be there for you, remember that..
You can cry infront of me if you need it, I don't mind

[Coyote Poetry]

The internal struggle to grasp the world and the people can twist us up. Youth is a two-sided blade. You expect the best and the problem is. A lot of people are lost and want the bad road. Never content with what they have. Always needing and wanting more. Love can make us content and can make us feel dead in soul. With luck and time we can be strong and wiser. A outstanding poem. A lot of emotion and struggle in your words. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Drako]

i see nothing wrong with this piece. it was fairly solid, because you seem to be in a highly emotional state. the way you wrote this conveys the volatile emotions you feel so therefore, it's still a good piece of poetry

[MichelleClay]

Sad and full of emotion. I really felt as if I were watching this person alone in the church. 'Simple candles, The only light here' to me that one line really stated this despair that there is no more light left in the world. Well done