Done

March 13, 2015

The perfect girl

I finally found the one

I can finally sit back,

I'm finally done

but then there's a crack

It's my heart breaking

she leaves for another

I sit there aching

Feeling like a mother fucker

I've had three mistakes,

three tries at love.

All leading to heart breaks,

three memories I can't get rid of

With every desperate try,

a piece of my heart breaks away.

Hurting enough to make me cry

making my life ever more grey.

With another piece gone

my heart gets smaller.

I push to carry on

but I can't go on much longer.

For as my heart disappears

slowly to nothing,

my accumulating tears,

cause me to stop trusting

I'm not going to find someone

In this existence.

My heart is done

despite my persistence

I pour out what some would call emotion.

I pour it out preying for devotion

as I succumb to my fears that I'm bellow'em

I pour out my tears in the form of a poem.

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Comments (2)

<p>Thank you. That means a lot.</p>

j.s.m.wMar 13, 2015

<p>I loved it, it's great </p>