In a way its my fault.
In a way it is her fault.
I cannot take full blame.
Nor can she claim,
To be innocent in the end.
If only i stayed calm.
If only she gave up.
I dont regret nothing,
Nor does she.
I didnt cry,
Not at first.
I just felt rage,
Possese me.
In a way that,
I couldnt stop the words,
From tumbling out of my mouth.
The red i saw in my eyes,
It Blinded my vision,
Everything seemed like one big,
Bright red light,
Blood?
I felt the chill,
Of the night air,
Blow at me.
I welcomed it.
Small tiny bumps covered my arms,
As i felt the cold,
Encolse around me.
Being all worked up,
And angry,
Kept me from stopping,
And seeing what i was throwing away.
Harsh words thrown at me.
And violent words thrown back,
Was all i could even think about.
The pain in my heart,
Thats suppose to be there,
When you let go of something good,
Wasnt there.
It was absent,
From the front lines,
of the battle field.
My heart and body,
Was immune to any emotions,
Other than what seemed like hate.
Only for a short time,
I felt hate for myself,
Utill i relized she was right.
Then i knew,
Im not good enough,
To obtain any importance,
Or love,
In a pure heart.
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Tolerant
PoetryIt's just poems I wrote. There are mostly about life and things I've learn or feelings I once felt. I hope you enjoy reading them. Also the poems are tributes to people who have gone through some tough things.
