Hurt, Pain, Regrets

Sweet Talk

each of your sweet words
was a shot to my heart,
and only now,
I'm beginning to bleed.
all I heard was
'love' and 'forever'
and now, at the end,
I noticed that those words
were fragments
of a past heart.
you're not over that
memory that held
other precious ones.
I always see
a nostalgic light
flash through your eyes
at the mention of three little words.
the sweet talk spoken to me
was first spoken to her.
I was so stubborn
to accept the fact
that all of you wasn't mine.
and there's a part of me
that gnaws at my thoughts,
saying you never
will be completely mine.
your words use to put me to sleep
with a small smile on my lips.
now I cringe at them
because they once
left those lips of yours.
I'm sharing your talk of love.
nothing is completely mine
when it comes to you.
I hate it
when I see a trace of longing
in your eyes;
a longing for the past.
you stabbed me with a rose.
you hurt me
the sweetest way possible.
the stem of a rose has thorns
that can harm like a flame of hell.
but at the end,
was something beautiful.
however, the other end was dirt.
we started backwards, darling.
we started beautiful,
but ended in pain.
this rose of yours
was a masterpiece.
where I was blinded by hearts.,
but the color started to fade
and soon became pale.
and each petal became weak
and fell to a dusty floor.