A poem.

s[HE] be[LIE]ve[D]

 

During the nighttime skies,

I’m sitting on the ledge,

listening to you.

Do you think this is wrong?

Has it been too long?

Can we handle anymore?

Tell me please,

do you love me?

Honestly?

No worries that you don’t,

s[he] be[lie]ve[d]

Just tell me lies,

according to you,

I can’t handle the truth.

Just don’t let me go.

I thought we had something.

Don’t walk away!

I’m not stupid,

I’m not a slut,

so don’t even speak up.

Just whisper to me,

that you love me.

Convince me.

Add to your book of lies.

Nothing for my heart,

but sweet sounding death.

I crossed out all my memories.

My list of things that went wrong,

is written in my blood.

My heart is torn out.

The future brings hope.

As did my new love.

Deep down,

I know the reason I cry,

whenever  I mess up,

whenever I feel like dying,

it’s because of my old liar.

Now I see,

that I never loved you,

that you only gave me attention,

and I thought that was enough.

Now I know what love is,

and T.S.,

you weren’t the one,

you never cared,

you put me down,

you used me,

you DID lie to me,

you put me into depression,

you didn’t have patience,

you didn’t trust me,

and I couldn’t trust you.

My tears were real,

while your words were fake,

but I will always remember,

how a man should never treat me.

My pain has made me stronger,

and my new love makes me happy,

happier than you could have ever made me.

I hope you are miserable,

because you don’t even deserve death row.

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