Sometimes I wish you'd forgot me;
Forgot my selfishness that had corrupted your pure gold heart,
Forgotten the damage that I had I printed onto your skin,
Forgotten the way I'd have questioned your loyalty.
How silly was I? I should have know that you had always be mine.
Sometimes I wish you'd forgotten me;
But they can't make you happy- I certainly can't see it.
They can't damage you either for what it's worth.
But, in the end...
You can't be mended.
None of us can.
For no one can be mended of a broken heart.
I remember this now, as I stand at your grave-
Replacing the long wilted lilies that I had place here.
They too weep, as they die along with your presence.
But you know what?
I still wish you had forgotten me.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
