This is a really old poem, about a couple years old, but it wasn't finished an I found it today so I finished it.
I call this, R.I.P
I got poison in my viens an hate in my brain from playing these same games, your insane ways,
You pull my heart strings,
An my heart brings,
Feelin used and abused
You say you wanna be with me,
To hug me,
To hold me,
Next you're only spittin words intended to fold me,
I woke up this morning hoping last night was all a dream but the pain in my chest confirms that it's reality.
A reality that takes so much out of me.
A reality where my heart breaks from abuse,
where the only time I can feel is when I use,
so I fill the needle full of pain, and
tighten the noose,
fightin to choose,
fightin for clues,
that the love we once had is worth fightin for you.
But you stabbed me in the back man, what do I do!? What is the truth!? I'm dying from your touch like a fuckin recluse,
Not 1 time,
The amount of times I've felt my heart die, man fuck that other guy!
Feels like your feelings are just lies in disguise,
You stand there,
that blank look as you look me in my eye,
so why do I stare?
Screaming at the sky!
I'm here for you,
Fight for you,
Stand for you,
Do right by you!
If I don't have trust issues.
I abuse these ruined tissues,
Then reach out to kiss you.
I know I keep crawling back,
Baby I want you back.
I try to be your rock but I'm crumbling like a shack,
Is that a knife in my back?
Man, what the fuck was that?? I make sure you're ok,
While trying not to leave,
but I'm crying in the sheets,
No peace left to see,
I gave you my all.
Now I can finally breathe.
Our tomb stone,
At least I can finally,
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