tear stained cheeks;
when have we become this hateful?
i watched and waited til the day
for all of to be happy,
but the death of you
had killed everyone
had made everyone a little meaner.
i use to fake it,
i use to act like it didn't hurt me.
but it does. and for this, i don't think i can be stronger anymore.
i had been cut down,
and turned black.
like a flower in a storm,
ripped up from everything it had
that is me.
i can't write, i can't feel, i can't breathe. everything is tense and its killing me. the story never ends, unless you keep the book open.
but like a chapter waiting to be finish,
i wait.
for my happy ending, of a family
with you in it.
- zmh
YOU ARE READING
the ruins of me
Poetryi love you; said me every time foolishly. if you see any grammer mistakes, please do not hesitate to contact me politely about them! also credit to whoever may have taken the picture of the flowers for my cover, I did edit it a bit but other than...
