Its because of you

Its because of you

A Poem by justincredible

I wish you could taste what I write,then youll understand me,

Or visualize what I say and then maybe you can see

You used the word " LOVE " like it was a kinda weapon , a sort of tool

I dont blame you, I always fall for that, then I get played like a fool

Everytime you needed someone in your corner, all you did was call

And I'd come running like a kid late for class running down the hall.

And when the rain became to much and to cold for you to bare

I gave you the shirt off my back,that was me ,I was the one there!

And when you was drowning in despair ,couldnt breathe and gasping for air 

I saved you once agian , and you treat me like s**t, it isnt right, its not fair!

My heart dont even cry no more, PAIN is what it bleeds

But I wouldnt expect you to understand, because all you know is to  "NEED"

And please remember EVERYTIME when life throws you a curve ball again

Dont think of me, call one of your F****n so-called friends!!

This isnt a game and Im not going to take this lying down anymore,

My mind is set and I already picked ALL the peices of heart off the floor !        

I clearly see now  you have always been my weakest link

But today I broke that link off,and threw it out  before you made me sink

Because of you , the word "LOVE" has a different meaning for me

It means "without you ill be happy" dont you agree?

I guess when its all said and done, you'll realize in the end

I was the one for you, your equal ,and  your only true friend.

Its because of you........

© 2011 justincredible


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Added on April 14, 2011
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justincredible
justincredible

jacksonville, FL



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Im a 30 year old male, I been writing for about ten years on and off..Never publically displayed my poems ..I play sports , and have 7 year old son.. more..

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