What You Do To MeA Poem by dillonjensen
Take the fear that you may have, and you use it as fuel to your fire.
You never once gave me the time of day,
nor thought it possible in any way.
That I might like to get to know you too;
instead, a solemn life with lonely views.
You make believe that you are so depressed;
when in reality you're on a quest
to ruin the lives of all those who dare
and seek your attention; none could compare.
You think this is a game that which we play,
and to my bewilderment and dismay,
a wounded heart is nothing to muster
when the broken pieces crave to luster.
You're the reason I have hate in my heart,
and the reason I wish this did not start.
The crippling effects of your stained love,
had me fitting your hand just like a glove.
You played the part so well it seemed too real;
the once-mended pieces of my heart feel
like they have been shattered for the last time.
You've struck me like a bell with broken chime.
You disgust me in every damn way
that I cannot truly put on display
words that I've written for your cold-hearted eyes
that seek only to never find their prize.
© 2012 dillonjensen
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Last Updated on August 9, 2012
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