Oct 17 2011
you make me cry with these games.
I cry
but you don’t know
these tears are about you
sometimes
i wonder what you’d do
would you hold me?
would you stare
what use was it
having you there?
is it not you duty
to hold me?
was it not your intention
to make me hurt me?
i love you
can’t you just love me?
just don’t play games!!
cause i can’t handle them anymore!
do you wish to be the end of me!?
you just continue to walk past me!
so carry on!
i don’t give a shit anymore!
you love me and the next you desert me
make up your mind and just let me kill me
because Dorathy
i can’t take this anymore!
if you find this funny
then just tell me your little joke
is it that you know
that whenever you arrange another game
you know i’ll play?
cause if it is
then yes that’s true
but they only reason
i give you chance after chance after chance
is because i actually love you.
and i can’t learn not to….
This song is very similar to a heart, ripped out and put on display.
Love unrequited, it’s a b*tch. I feel that pain all to well.
I enjoyed your poem. I don’t know why I find comfort in learning that I’m certainly not alone in my anguish.
nobody should ever feel alone. i’m always here
I’m sorry about tht but the way I feel now is just so messed up… Cheatin only hurt because of the reasons it happens