back at the start

i think i used part of a song on accident

I'm broken, beaten on the floor

 

can you hear me screaming

out your name

 

can you hear me crying

out in pain

 

but yet even still

my phone rings late at night

 

calling drunken

to tell me every things alright

 

that you might still even love me

as bad as that might sound

 

even i know you're drunk

i keep thinking love is found

 

Ive cried my share of tears

every time since the first

 

so why do i keep going back

if i know ill whined up hurt

 

i don't know why i do anything anymore

so much pain and so much darkness

 

but in my mind

you so forgot less

 

but ill keep going back

and you'll keep breaking my heart

 

and ill always find myself

back at the very start

 

 

Author's Note

i dont know its like the 5th poem ive wrote about him

Reviews

[amanda weinert]

there is no abuse
im metaphoricaly speaking
sorry boy

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Sad poem. I tend to agree about there's more fish in the sea. If there's abuse get out now! Keep writing it's good to write about it. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[Lee Wilson]

hmm time to hang up the phone and close the chapter.There are better fish itn the sea