I could.

[iLoveYouWithaKnife]

I could sit here and
pour out my fucking heart
like I've done on so many
of these nights before-
where I felt lonely and depressed.
But nothing gets accomplished
except I can go back and reread
my unfulfilled moments in time
that I try to erase.
Which makes me more depressed.

I could sit here and
try to think of catchy phrases
and place words correctly
in sentences
where I could get replies
that wouldn't make me
feel so lonley on nights like this.
...make me feel that I'm not alone.
Someone else feels just like I do.

I could sit here and
tell you that I could barely
put together my thoughts,
anything that would make sense-
because I can't do that
out loud anymore.
I just come up with a mass
jumble of shit I can't
decifer on my own
let alone the help of someone else.

I could sit here and
tell you that I hate your fucking guts-
but all it takes for me to fall right back
is one goddamn picture of you.
And my mind starts to race.
I just couldn't make it with you.
And I just can't move on completely.

Because when it comes down to it-
you did get me.
You killed me.
Because there wasn't anything
that I wouldn't have done for you.
And you refused to believe it.

And while I tried so hard-
you tried so hard to hurt me.
And you won.
There is a part of me
that will never heal.
And I admit that now.
So hopefully I can
forgive, and move on.

Why are you so manipulative?
When all I did
was love you?
Why did you make me out
to be the person you made
me out to me,
when in fact
you know what a wonderful person I am.

You know what a wonderful person I am.

 

[cynicaromantic]

ow.....your poem made me feel your pain.

LOST.....aren't you

I don't have anything to say, other than that I know anyone who writes something like this *MUST* be a wonderful person. Best of luck to you

 

[SnowFrog]

Hugs Hun, I know exactly what U are feeling.

Brandi