*contains swearing as you can see clearly from the title*
I thought I could detach from it,
I thought I could let things go.
I thought that if I stopped caring,
I could prevent these needless feelings.
But how am I supposed to not feel
when everything you say is like
a damn personal attack?
It feels like you're out to get me
when I know you don't care enough to do that.
Why the fuck can I never get a clear answer from you?
Communication.
I don't think that's a word in your dictionary.
I need you to explain.
I need you to talk properly
and not fucking say, “It's just the truth, what I said.”
And God, you're not even speaking to me with your mouth.
How will I face you knowing you're the one
who typed out those words and
left it there for me?
How will I talk to you
and pretend it never happened,
knowing you likely just left after doing it
and continued with your life?
While here I am, writing this shit,
feeling less like a human and more like rage.
So why the fuck can't you talk to me?
Why the fuck is this who you are?
Why the fuck can't we communicate?
We were supposed to be best friends.
I'm so damn sick of this.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of Death
Poetry"You kept saying that you would never die, that you would live forever. But here you are, and here I am. Isn't it funny? I'm here to take your soul. Did I mention, I love my job? Oh right! I never told you. I'm the reaper who will reap your life." B...
