Blood.

Nothing could ever prepare me for

what was waiting at the end of our tunnel.

I have never seen you so fraudulent,

feigning smiles, draining tears.

Have I lived up to all your fears?

I cannot bear to see you this way.

That's why it's better off if I didn't stay.

 

 

Maybe someday I'll live up to all my promises

and you will finally notice the effort I put in.

Sometimes I wonder why we never made it home,

Bloody knuckles, empty hearts.

Is it your pride that keeps us apart?

You think you know why it all went to waste.

But you don't know shit about the demons I face.

 

 

All the blood I poured in,

All the tears you squandered; 

Was I worth it?

 

 

And when I reach out for the last time

You will not grab for my hand.

And when the world does not listen

Your ears will be shut to me as well.

And one day when our paths cross once more,

 

You will see me smile.

 

And I will see red.

This poem is about: 
Me

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