2sad2fuck

2sad2fuck

A Poem by LouisianaBird

i left in early february
but you left me years ago
and maybe you were never mine

not in the way that i was yours

and i didnt plan on the pain that would follow
or the all consuming heartache
of f*****g myself over

i let you hurt me
instead of love me
because deep down
i never believed i was deserving of real love

id rather feel the burn across my face than
a sweet kiss on the forehead

and i'll tell you why
but,
without telling you


and if you cant understand how it feels
to have someone elses lies
live inside of you
-etching scars all over your skin

if you cant fathom
how it tatse
when your blood is soaking in
those last words that they said

well then,
your hands wont leave a mark
on my dirty
dirty skin







© 2024 LouisianaBird


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I think the lines below are wonderfully poetic and show impressive skill. The rest is good too but I'm humbled by you


and if you cant understand how it feels
to have someone elses lies
live inside of you
-etching scars all over your skin

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Franky

3 Weeks Ago

Can I ask if you've been at writerscafe for a long time? Many years ago I got to know some one fro.. read more
LouisianaBird

3 Weeks Ago

so crazy that ive been on here for 16 years i guess.... but my name wasnt always louisianabird and i.. read more
Franky

3 Weeks Ago

Were you likr 16 or so when you started here? I chatted a little with someone around that age. S.. read more
Poem contains intense feelings. Enjoyed reading 👍

Posted 1 Month Ago


LouisianaBird

3 Weeks Ago

thank you! :)

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Added on March 17, 2024
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LouisianaBird
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The happiest times are the minutes spent in my mind. The most beautiful I have ever felt was in a daydream where I was completely someone else; someone better. And when the truth hits, and my reality.. more..

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A Poem by LouisianaBird