You're not for me,
Can't you see?
This love was only temporary.
My new erstwhile,
you can call me vile.
I've been on my own,
since I was a child.
I am dependent on no one.
Relationships are just for fun.
Once I get attached,
I turn and run.
I am Ethereal,
I am made of different material.
My heart has fallen-
into a state of desuetude.
It has no use.
I don't feel a thing or I do too deeply.
I am a body of water,
30 feet deep.
Pulling you in,
and watching you sink.
You weren't right for me.
You were full and I was empty.
I was clean and you were messy.
I was soft spoken,
You were ear piercing.
We had no compatibility.
You're erratic and overly dramatic.
Rather psychosomatic.
I've made it a bad habit,
Of wanting what is toxic to me.
You are a deadly disease.
I'm quite sure that I should leave.
You lash out in anger.
I fancy it better,
when you were just a stranger.
You sought me out.
I took you up,
but you'll never be enough.
I can't say it's not you,
and I can't say it's not me.
I'm never fully satisfied.
I'm never ever happy.
- Author: portlnd ( Offline)
- Published: April 20th, 2016 16:21
- Category: Love
- Views: 50
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