The Boogieman IS A Monster

The Boogieman IS A Monster

A Poem by Mercury Mirrors
"

Donald, you ruined my life...took my love & more than that...you were the very first, & now you've changed into something unrecognizable & I WANNA KNOW WHY!!!!!!!!!!! ANSWER ME THIS TIME!

"

 

They say the first cut is the deepest,
I guess they were right about that too.
I never thought that anything would change,
Between me & you.
 
But as soon as I said 'yes' it happened.
It's like I flipped a switch inside,
That makes you into a monster,
From which I can't hide.
 
I always loved you & I always will,
But I can't hold in the tears, I can't cope.
They're slipping down my sticky cheeks,
Like beads down a salty slope.
 
I finally left but you still haunt me,
You're even seeping into my dreams,
I wake from being left alone in the dark,
And my parents rush to my screams.
 
My mother just holds me "It was just a bad dream."
But the sad thing is, it's actually real,
You're a shell of the man I once fell in love with,
A beast that doesn't care how I feel.
 
I've tried burning all my bridges,
I've tried to let go but I need closure,
I need answers to all the questions I've asked you,
That's the only way to regain my composure.

© 2008 Mercury Mirrors


Author's Note

Mercury Mirrors
YES this is all true...I did even have the nightmare...

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iv only read a few of ur poems but i feel that iv related to every one mabby not in a literl scence but i feel ya your an awsome writer

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Mercury Mirrors
Mercury Mirrors

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A Poem by Mercury Mirrors