First you did not understand. Why everything did start to taste so bitter. No matter what was in your mouth it turned into bitter. So you went and tried to drown that bitter taste in a bottle. Like always you were trying to drown everything in bottle. But that shot of whiskey. Was like some had shot you down into ground. Because it was taste of my kiss.
After him I want nothing to do with love. There is no love left in me. Not after he was stolen by death. Left my heart broken and dead. Losing him made me heartless. It is not that I try to be cruel. I just don’t know how to love anymore. To feel anything.
Whatever you want it to call. I now know it is not love. I am sick and tired of these sick games you play. Playing with my heart. L. O. V. E. sounds L. I. E. S. from your mouth. I no longer put myself through hell. For this sick twisted fairytale you sell. I see monster underneath the mask of a lover.
Wake up before it is too late. Before it all will be in ruins. Can’t you see how you are tearing us apart? You’re going to miss me when I’m gone. Wake up there is still time. But soon you will lose me. Because no one is going to stay and take this. Not even me.
I have been living by this quote ever since I was teenager. That is when I did discover William Blake poems. This has been my way deal a lot of situations. It has worked. But I do understand not everyone will use it or even try it. Because not only will it be a weapon. It won't only hurt it can destroy someone. Depending how far to take how big damage it will make.
I was so in love that I could not see. Not see writing in the wall. Or all the red flags you were showing. My eyes saw everything through the pink glasses. But now I know. Nothing can stop me seeing. Seeing who you truly are. Liar, cheater, abuser, the monster
No matter how many times you said it. It will never be true. No matter how much I want to believe. Still it is just a lie. You don’t mean to lie. Yet we both know this will never last. This ain’t going to be forever. We ain’t star-crossed lovers.
There is no denying that sparks fly every time we kiss. I know this love is not right but… I can’t help feeling this way. Your love is bad for me in every single way. Still I let this love burn me. I know none of this is good for me. My heart just can’t say no. This love has to be unholy.
That is something that makes me still nervous. My blogs has helped me so much with my anxiety about sharing my writing. And I absolutely love sharing my poems online. Hearing what others think my poems. But the thought that people will be able read my stories. That still gives me anxiety. Because stories are lot more work endless hours spend writing them. Also my closeness to some of the characters. Makes the biggest difference between stories and poems.
Tell me how it feels to know that I will never be back in your life? To know that I’m gone. To know I’ will never again say your name. See me move on. Tell me how it feels that it is over forever? Happily ever after ended because of you. Because what you did to me. And there is no coming back.
Mysteries by Rose 