Pistanthrophobia

Pistanthrophobia

A Poem by Vertigoingnowhere

I know these words won't matter to you.

Maybe because they never did.

I will never understand why I fell so hard

For someone who knows no darkness within

Who runs around with the stench of mindless arrogance

and talks as if he's seen it all.

 

I will admit my stomach was filled with butterflies time and time again.

I smiled a real smile, and meant it when I said I was happy.

In the end it all went to s**t, and you ruined what we had, something beautiful.

My heart can't take much more of this, I’m running out of stitches.

Call me old fashioned, but I take love, sex, and feelings seriously.

I am not one for those little love games you people play.

After all this my cup of mistakes is filled to the brim.

From time to time it spills over adding more stains on my skin.

Whether it be blood, coffee or ink, the stains indeed are permanent.

 

I still feel it in the pit of my stomach, the things I gave away to you.

Things I’ll never get back, but remain as a painful memory that replays in my head.

I know now that I have been too lenient to the people around me.

I'm growing rigid, cold and dark.

But sometimes the most beautiful things can be found at night.

It just depends on your perspective.

So tell me dear, what is it you see?

© 2013 Vertigoingnowhere


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This is very good! You always surprise me. :) ;) Nice job!!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Your words are filled with such a painful yearning... the contemplations of what was... what could have been... what horrid darkness fell... Trust... yes, it is hard for it to ever be regained.. and without it, love can only be shallow at best. Such a powerful poetry.

Posted 11 Years Ago


"From time to time it spills over adding more stains on my skin.

Whether it be blood, coffee or ink, the stains indeed are permanent."

Such powerful words as this was also, a very empowering piece. It's tough to give your all to someone and have them just not care or act as if you meant nothing to them. It sucks to be treated this way, especially if you gave them every part of you, and I have a relation since I was treated like this by my last boyfriend. I gave every effort into what we had and he seemed to just stop caring after awhile, just stop all emotions for me or anything else. He treated me like a piece of trash, he got me, then threw me out. Forgot about me. It wasn't an easy thing to get over, but I had to tell myself and push myself to move on. To distract myself. I had to convince myself that he was nothing to me...

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Vertigoingnowhere
Vertigoingnowhere

Sarasota, FL



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