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Distance

I feel so used

With every grab and bruse

 

I want what I can't have

It's not you I want to grab

 

I am sick of sleeping alone

Even if someones home

 

The pillow has no heartbeat

Even if it gives off heat

 

I can't hold all the blame in this

Oil and water just can't mix

 

I want something different

All I own is regret

 

I love him like it's a big secret hidden

No one wants to own this burden

 

I am sick of making all the moves

It's making me blue

 

Feeling alone in a human filled house

I am caught like a trapped mouse

 

Trying to fill love in material things

Nothing can kill the pains

 

I fucked up what I had with him

Just because I fear starting over again

 

Stuck here with you feeling unloved

I just wanna beheld above

 

I am stuck in this life

Trapped the unwanted unlove unasked wife

 

He can't handle the running away

I can't handle the trapped forced to stay

 

I tried to warn you

I need cuddles and love too

 

Stuck in this king size loneliness

Trying to talk to you is useless

 

There's someone else for him

I fucked it up before it began

 

You tell me I can do what I want

As long as it doesn't involve the fuck

 

I need more then this

I want a life of bliss

 

My friends tell you what I need

But you ignore them and me

 

Your selfish to just touch me for sexual pleasures

I need to be someone you treasure

 

So here I stay feeling stuck

I chose the hand I got delt

 

It's all my fault

I got this as a result

 

I love one I can't have all

Forced down here after a fall

 

I want so badly what I can't have ever

While you sit happy I am stuck forever

 

I I just made the wrong choice to Settle

I should have known better

 

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◄ Smell of skunk

You don't want me ►

Comments

<Deleted User> (25973)

Sat 20th Jun 2020 07:01

Better be alone and strong than being with a psycho. He is suffering deceit and impostor syndrome. He can heal only if he wants to heal. Reality bites.

<Deleted User> (24283)

Wed 17th Jun 2020 19:49

Hi darkest flower, your poems are deep dark. The other side of you. Hurt, pain, failure, sickness and it's a part of life. Healing and prayers.

Dark write!

<Deleted User> (13740)

Wed 17th Jun 2020 19:21

It's not your fault, what the gossips and neighbours say, my soul flies high, with each, passing day, xxxxx

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