People like you

I'm sorry that I keep writing you in to poetry,

Like you weren't already impossible enough.

I'm sorry that I don't get what you mean,

But I really wished you hadn't said that,

Because you fucked with my head and left me deflated.

I really hate you and I want to scream until my throat is burning,

Just let it all out, but you know what I'm like,

That I hide my frustration and my anger.

Until its gets stabbed at enough that I eventually break.

I hate that you know my secrets, that you know what makes me tick.

But what's worse, is that I want to hate you with every fiber of my being,

But I can't.

There is still that one ember glowing ever so brightly. 

I want to forget about you and the way you made me feel,

I'll start to ignore you when I find a reason to.

It feels like I'm walking on broken glass, 

Cutting painfully in to my bare feet.

People like you, they get caught in veins,

I'm sticking you in to poetry,

And hoping one day that this is the place you will stay.

Reviews

[Bhumika Devkota]

Nice poem, it has a nice meaning to it.