My Poetry

I’ve written all of this MYSELF thinking of you.
I was never poetic you just made me so.
Should I be mad at you or should I thank you

It’s the end of it all
It’s the end of you, end of me. .
Enjoy your freedom. Your soul is free.
I won’t think of you. You shouldnt think of me.

Perhaps you think you’ll be loved again.
If not as much as I did but just as you wanted.
Keep hoping as that time may come.
But if it doesnt. You’ll be in pain.

There is no turning back.
You’re gone so am I. I have to move on.
This stain wont go this pain wont heel.
Just like a mirror crack.

I hate you very much yet I love you alot
How could you do this to me when you swore not to part

Day hasnt yet started and I’m burning from inside.
God knows whats going to happen
When this sun outside meets the heat inside

It was my heart
and you ripped it apart
when I made a home for you in it
why did you wake away?
sigh! I do know the answer…
…cheating is not doubt an art.

like a breeze; you came in to my life
i gave you all that I had
yet you went away
cutting it like a knife
without even being my wife

You can try to run
You can try to hide
You can even try to fight
No matter what you do
I’ll make you suffer
and thats my ultimate right

i am furious
i’m in pain
you think i’m hidius
and i’m insane
i’ll prove that to you
when either of us wont remain

i dispise you and your taste
you were such a waste
waste of 2 years of my life
waste of everything I gave up for you
i deprived myself of life and got lost in you
and you left me in such a haste
you were just a waste
waste of my time

i have no hope anymore
of loving a single thing like you
i want to see your face no more
you have changed like rust from iron ore
your words are not true at all
i dont trust you anymore