Kerysa, 13 december 2011
I care,
NO! Like I
really care,
Not that
sentimental shit,
That goes
on those,
Good for
nothing,
Love cards,
But Hey,
You were,
A,
Good for
nothing person.
I feel,
FOR REAL! I
really feel,
Not like
those glorified,
Wrist
slitting divas,
That cry
for affection,
But Hey,
Didn’t,
you,
Cry for my
affection.
I hear,
REALLY! I
hear,
Not like
you,
And your,
In-through
one ear,
And-out the
other,
Crap.
But Hey,
Hearing isn’t
listening.
“Relax”
Just one
word,
And I didn’t
Care
Feel or
Hear.
I just
breathed.
And breathed.
And breathed.
That’s why
I loved you.
Kerysa, 13 december 2011
Him and me,
and me and him-
Love beyond
even myself.
Scared and
broken and
broken and scared-
Truth
beyond even my own words.
“ why?!?”
I need to
scream,
I need to
shout.
And even
though I love him,
Love is
more then gone to me.
Heat and
ice and ice and heat.
“Lie to me
you bastard”
don’t, won’t,
can’t.
Forgive the
already forgiven ties.
Just die,
Just lie,
All you
need,
All you
want.
The birth
of a flower,
Sings to
the only love,
In my
heart.
The death
of a rose,
Taints his
blood.
The heart,
That
sacrificed me.
The heart,
That killed
heat and ice.
“Tell them,
not me”
I yell
because its all I can.
I yell
because I love,
Him and me
and me and him.
I yell
because I crave for,
Scared and
broken and broken and scared.
An I yell
because I tortured,
Heat and
ice and ice and heat.
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