I guess I'm still not done with this topic
that that led me to you
to all the twisted and wrong ways we clung to each other
But I can still barely remember
how deeply I trusted you
how well I functioned when I rose from your bed
how big a part of me I let you be
I tell myself I was as closed off
cold and unsure before you
as I am now
But before you
took back your promises
betrayed
and left me angry upon the bed that was to be ours
I would not throw myself into a man that I knew would
want, but never love me
I would lay mornings, half-alive in bed
waiting for the world to force me to be awake
But with you
even if it was only the first summer
of our many
I was alive
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2012-05-18 at 21:34
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Before you
I tell myself that before you I was already damagedthat that led me to you
to all the twisted and wrong ways we clung to each other
But I can still barely remember
how deeply I trusted you
how well I functioned when I rose from your bed
how big a part of me I let you be
I tell myself I was as closed off
cold and unsure before you
as I am now
But before you
took back your promises
betrayed
and left me angry upon the bed that was to be ours
I would not throw myself into a man that I knew would
want, but never love me
I would lay mornings, half-alive in bed
waiting for the world to force me to be awake
But with you
even if it was only the first summer
of our many
I was alive
Poetry by SecretWords
Read 779 times
Written on 2012-05-18 at 21:34
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