I'll prepare my black dress,
and cherish your caress.
For in a day or two,
you'll lose interest too.
You'll leave me as well.
and I'll be prepared to tell
you goodbye, farewell,
and damn you to hell.
I'll prepare my head,
to damn you to the dead.
I'll blink back tears,
because I already
expected it.
I knew,
I just knew,
You wouldnt pull through.
I might have known,
And doubt I had shown.
That's what you should expect,
From someone who doesn't
care for your respect.
For I know what's
next.
The same
old folktales,
and history repeats
meaningless kisses on back seats.
Same old songs on repeat.
Kisses on black leather,
and alot of sweater weather.
The feeling of Deja Vu comes by,
knowing you'll leave
too.
YOU ARE READING
recollection.
PoetryPoems written by yours truly. From points of view that aren't always my own. They're all written by me, just written about different perspectives. Please dont claim these as your own... Trigger warning: One or more of these poems contain mature co...
