PistanthrophobiaA 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 VertigoingnowhereReviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 21, 2013 Last Updated on October 23, 2013 AuthorVertigoingnowhereSarasota, FLAboutMy name is Hannah. I am 18 years old and a senior in high school. To my wonderment I am survived it. These are my adventurers and devestations as I stand my ground, cuss out society and of course, th.. more..Writing
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