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Sometimes I just want the deafening, can't breathe screamthat shatters the weight on my chest  leaving me empty. the one that burns my throatand provides a bed of tears for my comfort. 
You don’t “allow” the thoughts To run through my mind Or the words to come out of my mouth.   You of all people do not own my life.               -patronizing will get you nowhere(m.m.)
I had trustThat every girl would be kindThe way you showed meSo i trustedNow i'm left wonderingWhat did i do wrongWhy did you leaveWhy does she hate me"Ah i see"
I have no words to Describe how I feel For the way you've hurt me, Endlessly manipulated me. Except fuck you For wasting my time, Making promises With no meaning. Fuck you 
I write this for                       you Not because I like                       you Not because I love                       you But         Because your actions
For the small haven I had left, Before the seeking waters rippled underneath her touch, My lady carried away in sickening hands
It’s okay Darling/Keep your head on your spindly shoulders/Look up/into that light in the bathroom/glossy floors and cracked mirrors/this is love right?/Drowning in those bowls of Lucky Charms/Made of iron and Shadows/Right?/Spend your m
You've changed and we're overA drag it can beBut I guessI figured outYou're not the one for meI guess its okaySince you thought I was lameAnd you know that the painIs your fault to blame
An empty room. Though the residue of what once was is still here. My heart and soul use to write and play songs of your love oh so beautifully and fluently, but now.... Now it's becoming harder.
I've always known that no one is irreplaceable, So it's shouldn't come as surprised, When a month later you replaced me. Erased me from your memory,
You can't fight fire with fire Distinguishing these battles within the flames Makes the dry accusations accompanied by Cold blooded lies Seemingly worth the time The time I've spent on
Maybe one day you'll meet her. The girl you want me to be. The one wearing pastels and flowers in her hair. However, That's not me. I'm different.
Liar Liar Liar Liar Liar You fucking Liar Liar Liar Liar Liar Liar You fucking Liar Liar Liar Liar Liar Liar
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