pseudoscience

he was never mine, and he'll never know that he broke my heart.

The stars you were born by

go well with mine

and, at one time,

that excited you.

When my future showed

ten swords in my back,

you said that cards

don't understand good or evil.

And I needed you.

And I need you.

How cruel it is

to have discovered

that you are all ten swords

that I walk around with

and pretend not to notice.

And I hate you for

every f*****g broken bone,

and how you don't even know

that you've left me alone.

I just sit with good memories

and I cry

and get stoned

And I needed you.

And I need you.

Reviews

[Joe Gibson]

I really like the symbolism in this poem , you have a lot of talent and i'm glad i could read a work with a similar style as mine with a different PoV, best of luck!

[Michael Sabino]

The title drew me in. I'm glad it did. Well done.

[serpentine]

Thank you, Michael :)