Just A Picture

Who are you,

And what are you doing here?

You might kill me, 

You might love me, I fear.

Do you hate me,

Or want me just as much

As pigeons crave from humans

A sweet, soft touch?

Linger on,

Through the dark times

As I stay put,

Sulking to your chimes

I don't understand

Why you come here

When you know 

That you bring me tears

I'm sorry, 

Did I hurt your feelings,

After all you have done,

After all of the bleeding?

Well, excuse me,

This us much less

Than everything you gave me,

Than all the stress.

I can't love you.

I don't know you.

I won't love you.

I won't know you. 

You're no one,

Just a picture

That you have drawn

To make you look richer

You're a fake, a phony

You're not what you appear

Instead a rock that sees a diamond

In some stupid fantasy-mirror

And still, you think

That I will fall 

In your selfish, little arms 

That never held at all.

Who are you,

And what are you doing here?

You might kill me, 

You might love me, I fear.

Reviews

[Lizardo]

Strong piece of poetry probably relatiing to ciber dates and all of those programs to know people.
Great master piece, and the ending stanza gaves it a nice touch to the poem

[Zahin]

Thanks so much :)

[Lizardo]

You're welcome!