Why am I like this?
I feel guilty for no reason,
I merely stated my wish,
And now I feel like I've committed treason
I don't know what changed
But it feels different now,
As we start to believe the lies we were fed,
And let it blossom into love
It was merely a few weeks,
Yet I let myself get attached,
And feel free,
When I knew it wouldn't last
Love turns to hate,
Making me heartless again
Maybe it's in my fate,
To feel all this pain
I seem cruel, in my own eyes,
Every mistake lingering in the air
As I try to hide my lies,
And act like I don't care
I try, I try, I try...
Yet, I'm always in the wrong,
Maybe this was all a lie,
And not meant to be after all
YOU ARE READING
Forlorn
Poetry𝕯𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖑? In which... I post the poems I write. I have only recently started getting into writing poetry, it really helps me express my emotions. Constructive criticism is greatly ap...
