Played like a Violin

CuriousSoul

Such a beautiful day it is. Everything is calm perfect and fine or so you think and are told that it is.
As for reality you're in pain crying and weeping. Sitting there as she plays you like a violin. Pretends to love you to just make you happy but in all honesty doesn't love you doesn't care for you. Her heart full of pitty for you her heart filled with nothing but a secret hatred for you.
You pretend to be okay. You pretend that you don't know she's playing you. But of course you hear the screams and the voice of denial.
You hear them saying "wake up. You're the pond in the game. She doesn't love you" but as a person full of hope you keep ignoring and denying those voices.
In the end you're left broken and shattered to a million pieces. You're left confused and empty for she ups and leaves you.
Noe you're just there looking back wishing you listened to the voices of truth instead of living in denial. You now sit there asking "Was this pain all worth it." But of course not. Of course it wasn't worth every second you suffered mentally.
Now you sit there slowly becoming a memory. Becoming nothing more than a mistake. As you bid farewell to the girl you once loved, soon vanishing into a dwindling light.

  • Author: Mikhail (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 13th, 2018 00:46
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 27
  • User favorite of this poem: minak.
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Comments2

  • Frogspoetry

    This is also really good.Things get better,really,they do.

    • CuriousSoul

      I know they get better, but for right now. All I see is my own pain and suffering. Right now the light seems to missing. But soon enough the light will come. The light will shine brighter than before and stronger than it once did

    • Heartwriter

      The old saying goes. Let them go and if they do not return they were never yours. If they do, it was meant to be. Time dulls pain. New love takes it away. Good luck.



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