You whisper your lover's name
While Life is leaving.
I understand the fact that you thought I wouldn't care.
I understand the fact that you are shy sometimes.
I understand that you text me just when you are broken.
I understand that you call me just when you need something.But this?
I cannot understand.
I cannot understand why didn't you tell me.
I cannot understand why did you do those things.
I cannot understand why you are giving up on me so easily when I was there and when I fucking cared for you. When I fucking stayed late thinking about you and how to make you feel ok and shit. When I fucking destroyed myself just to show you that I'm fine (even I wasn't) so you would be happy.But this means nothing for you.
I was just a shoulder to cry on.
I was just a fucking thing with no emotions and with no life.
No, no, no. I'm wrong. I was fucking nothing for you.
So enjoy your lovely masterpiece.
Far away
The devils are singing
Joyfully
My agony.
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YOU ARE READING
mortem
PoetryIf it wouldn't be enough I'd feel pages with my tears, burn desires with my flames and tear all apart with no regrets.