Past Disasters

TheBadPoet

Wedding rings for summer flings and all the other stupid things I said to get you into bed,

I tried to send you a letter but you never gave me your address, maybe it’s because you were too busy getting undressed with someone else,

I keep my jealousy close because im the only one you own,

I am the best out of them all,

The compass around my neck telling me where to go and who not to know,

Old soul in the corpse of a teenage black hole.

 

I told you it was a bad idea but you didn’t listen and now we’re in this fuhking mess,

At least I have the decency to lie,

All the pain you put me through but yet I still manage to love you,

You truly are a man of mystery,

And I truly am a man of misery,

We’re all just pawns in an old chess game that’s been buried with the player.

 

I’m a flame, a fire burning through forests. You’re oxygen, fuelling me through what must be done.

  • Author: M (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 3rd, 2019 04:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is something I wrote about past mistakes and past headaches.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 14
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  • Poetic Dan

    Brilliantly done, loved the ending! Great meaning for me, thank you.

    Keep up the write

    • Poetic Dan

      Just looked to see what else, so I'll now add welcome too ๐Ÿ˜‰

      • TheBadPoet

        Thank you! Thereโ€™s more on my simplesite if you like! ๐Ÿ™‚

      • Andrew Charles Forrest

        Love is a gamble there are winners and losers like a roll of dice

        Great write BP

      • Goldfinch60

        Love can be so hard to understand on occasions, unlike the words in your poem.
        Welcome to MPS.



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