Bleeding

Pave the way to,

a paradise you made,

in your own mind,

oh, won't you be mine?

I'm bleeding through,

a thought to be,

hearts combined,

but to my dismay,

it was a lone drift.

Away from me,

for you said,

I never knew you.

My mistake to follow a scent,

to lead to such sweet desire,

finally shown how evil,

so dark, somehow still water,

that manages to be,

shallow.

I worship this life,

you pledge to a false tense,

just give time,

to the day a no was bled.

I am perfect, 

I am a thousand bucks,

where's my lost love?

A beg in return, so late,

turns out, I never wanted you.

Reviews

[Flowrite]

Question: Does bleeding mean blaming? On this journey I thought I was entering a place she built to deceive and you bought into. Yet, you acknowledged your mistakes and desire was evil, but can there be a perfect evil or did you want blood from a turnip? Just my O.

[Hardcore Charles]

I meant it as someone that is chasing a crush that did not like them back but when the other person finally is interested in them they learned that they really didn't want/need that person because they were shallow/mean. But I try to make my poetry so it can be interpreted anyway the reader sees it as.

[Flowrite]

Thank you for the clarity. I did get it. I guess my question was a prompt for more dialog for you and others because so many have experienced this, at least those that have lived for a while in the wild. And isn’t it helpful to turn around with a straight face and confident posture to say, I didn’t need you anyway, I just thought I wanted you:-)

[Hardcore Charles]

Exactly. Thank you for posting a comment. :)