What you meant to me.

I guess a Love/Hate situation.

 

 

You know why I never speak, because each word burns my tongue.

Why do you speak so much, you know you can only hurt me so much?

The more I hurt on the inside, the more it seeps onto the outside.

My never-ending hatred.

I try to just forget and I try to live and learn but not everything I ever did was enough for me to live with.

Dissatisfied and lonely, alienated my memories, I know your trying to see everything but you just do not.

So spiteful, get the best of me with your ammo, the things that mean the most I have lost.

No, it was not my fault and I never even said a word.

So many people, so many fights, so much hate and pain, and my adrenaline is pumping.

There is just no air left and nothing left to say.

I will try to forget but you will never forget, you will hold it against me.

My back to the edge and your words are just pushing my very last buttons.

Just when you think you have unbuttoned my body, I always find away to keep myself in the shadows.

You will never reach me, you may madden me but there will never be a day where we will meet in daylight again.

It was your choice and not mine to be the one who wants everything that was ever mine, and fine you can take all it from me.

All of it was never worth anything anyways; I find that someone as worthless as you still manages to putt me off.

You scared me off, I am not so sensitive, but you are so spiteful. Well I am mad, you are selfish, and we are perfect mismatches.

I will just dream of what we could be, but you will never know what you meant to me. 

Author's Note

Freedom of expression people! Use it to your full power on meh! =)

Reviews

[Michael London]

"I will just dream of what we could be, but you will never know what you meant to me."

this was my favorite line and i almost didn't see it. This poem was really good and personal.

[Jay]

I tend to wonder who you're talking to as you seem to be talking to someone directly. You have an intresting writing style, my friend.