It is not fair to say
that you're the only one
who commited the deed
the only one that broke my heart,
robbed me of my innocence
and ruined my admiration of romance.
It was but I
who offered myself as an unwanted sacrafice
to our dead love, the one who handed you the sword
and walked head first into the blade.
It is not fair to say
that you're the only one
who commited the deed
and banished me of your love,
shattered my mind into pieces
and destroyed what little hope I had
because I tore my heart out
and placed it at the very tip
of your deadly fingers.
I am the one
who placed my love at your feet
but I cannot blame you,
for you have stepped on something
you could not see.
YOU ARE READING
purpose (spilled ink)
PoetryThis is how I feel. [words strung together, expressing emotions i will never understand] it is my PURPOSE in life; to find, to fulfill, to feel.
