![]() Bleeding LoveA Poem by Scarlett D. Freeman
Bleeding Love
You love me, I know you do, Broke your trust I did, not only that, I also broke you too, Red flags you turned green, Just wanting to be heard and seen,You gave me a chance, a glance at eternity. To stand, to be, right next to you, lines you erased, all for me, Now inside your drowning, trying to reach, to grasp ahold, desperately pulling to see. To behold, to love, to just be, Even now you hold on to me, like a clasp, Mixed feelings, doubt my love, for how can I blame you, I lied, cheated, misused you, shut you out, now you shut me out too. I tried to fool you, no i'm the fool, How mean I've been, how I was so cruel, not only you, but also your time, ashamed of leaving a trail, of a cowardice crime. Sweeping these problems, under the rug, With a false sense of belief, everything is fine, Running from my problems, Still waiting for me, always it finds, Time running out, insecurities weighing a ton. Meanwhile, I left you behind, walking a path you weren't even by, selfish decisions were made, into unforgivable mistakes, stupid games I played. Emotion filled symphony, struggling to stay sane, A weaved dance of love and pain, asking will it always be this way, now facing this a cursed day, pain of the past, played on a replay. How much, how much would it would take, for you to just walk away, Unnecessary testing, you said day after day, Teary, Hesitant and weary. Even for me to touch, All the while, you still want me to stay, time and time again, proved you were determined to win, no matter what happened, or the type of sin, Deserve you, I do not. Yet love me, you still do, As time goes on, you got colder too, pushed you away I did, now you push till your blue,This relationship I failed too. Was unfair to you, said it was worse than death, death is on the other days, the days you left, they were full of dread, I ran even from my bed, a hypocrite, a narcissistic liar and cheater I became. Who I am, despise everything I've done and said, Stuck I get in my head, fortitude it should be instead, I shut down, run from us, and issues ahead. such a weak coward I am, asking myself, what have I done, I've hurt very good woman, insecurities weighing a ton, we laughed, smiled, had so much fun, plans we made, meeting was our fate. I know you're scared, I don't blame you hun, Went from your sugar and Sweet bun, now your bane, This lasting unbearable pain, drives you insane. I put a forgiving angel, our relationship on a burning dangle, Unsure you do not know, for I left you alone, Now I am now reaping, what I have sown, desperately trying and pleading to atone. All you did was help me grow, grew flowers in the deepest, darkest parts of me, places you couldn't see, tried so hard, to push it out, my light you found. Now I became the darkness, that has crept in, something I never wanted to be, something I have been, but didn't want to believe, dealing with Karma, for she caught up to me. Even when I tell the truth, there's no belief to see, for the trust is gone, you I broke us and this, these issues I must, to gain it back, you and your trust. It's more than just that, I poked and poked, until it crumbled and broke, i sold my soul just to hear, your laughter my dear, your cheerful smile, can simply bring a tear, lost it you did, faith turned fear. Lost after just 3 years, head and heart racing with a constant fear, you see through eyes, eyes full of tears, fix this I will, for years upon years to come. To repair you, to correct what I've done, For you will shine again, shine so bright my beautiful sunflower, for your bright as the Sun, worth every minute, so take my hand, walk together, lets make a stand, once again become, become my partner and best friends. © 2025 Scarlett D. Freeman |
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Added on February 21, 2025 Last Updated on February 21, 2025 Author![]() Scarlett D. FreemanBrevard, NCAbout34 years old. Transgender female. I wrote poems and short stories. In the middle of making a short story book. Written in prose poem form with Gothic literature into a short story. more..Writing
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