that person that i see
is not that person that i thought was
me
i can barely recognize the tear
swolen eyes
still holding cloudy skies
the slumped body being accused
by the mind of being used
head dropped and hagging low
feeling alone with nowhere to go
the look of a heart clearly broken
trying to somehow ease the pain by
smoken
had i really thought that i was looking through protective glasses
realizing now how blind i was in
painful masses
how could i have given in to
decietful emotion
a feeling in the pit of my stomache
of revoltion
why did my body give into the submit
now the questions of ...
how to let go ...
how to forget
how could you not love in return
in my chest i feel a painful burn
a reflection of my former self is all
that remains
hiding all regrets and cheeks with
tear streaked stains
had i been so naive as to believe
the fairytale came true
the one of me falling in love with the
man that loved me too
now my heart warns to get you out
of my head
but first i have to get you out of my
bed...
 
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