I write a thousand letters for you while you pick and play with hearts.
I cry at night for you, while you laugh with her.
How can I hate her when it's not her it's you?
I saw you the other day, sleepy traveler sobbing heart, just a glance through the window.
I saw you smiling, my heart swelled, sleep gone.
You do not think about me, while my eyes weep and my heart bleeds.
How could I ever blame you? You are my...hope.I do not blame you.
So I only wish health for you.
Maybe someday these tears will help me, perhaps I will heal.
Why should you fix things that you didn't break? Why would you want something not previous,
sure you'd want a bedazzling jewel and not a pebble, a thousand in the rivers.
I was cursed, maybe being unloved is my fate.
Maybe finding myself lonely in a carnival is my fate, maybe finding myself lost at family feasts is my fate.
Maybe only hate is in my fate.
So how do I blame you when it's not you, it's me?
At the end of the day, it's me.
Me!
Me!
Me!
Me!
Me!
I am the cursed child.
Cursed, abandoned sinner.
I see the butterflies, fluttering by.
Dancing, playing, happiness and joy.
Should I ever wish to live again? May I be a butterfly, Pretty and perfect, loved by all.
Pretty and perfect just like you like them.
Then maybe you'd hold me, my colors on your fingers as I take my last breath.
Maybe once I would give you joy.
Forever is cursed a poet.
Forever lives he who chooses to love them.
Don't you want to be immortal?
Or perhaps you already are, you flow through my mind like a constant river, bringing life and destroying other sounds.
You live in my heart like a sun,so bright and burning. So maybe you are immortal, perhaps magical.
I sound crazy, even to myself.
--------------------NOT A POEM, JUST RANDOM STUFF FROM MY NOTES APP-------------
love makes me drunk, love makes me cursed, love gives me pain.
I'm a sadist, I love pain.
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YOU🌹
