I told you my thoughts
And gave you my heart
I cut myself up
And tore myself apart
I let you have me
All of me
I showed you
What I could do with a pen
I warned you about me
About who I could be
I warned you I could be cold
I warned you I could kill
I gave you a chance
A chance you broke
I gave you another
And you broke me more
You told me
"It was an accident"
But was it really?
Was it?
I lowered my standards
To give myself to you
The fictional characters
Sound far more appealing now
I told you about me
I gave you who I was
And you threw it away
And took out the trash
Metaphors are shitty
So let me just be honest
I loved you
And I really shouldn't have
- Author: Madds (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 25th, 2023 01:03
- Comment from author about the poem: Metaphors really are kinda shitty. I mean, I love them a lot, but they're often overused and too complicated. They're fun to figure out, but difficult to use. I love them, but sometime I wish they didn't exist.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 5
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