Poetry

February 18, 2010

A Good Start

It seemed like a good way to start,
ignoring him, though my heart’s tearing apart.
I feel like I’m bleeding inside,
when I see him, and don’t get the chance to hear his lies.
It’s terrible to fall in love with someone you know is fake,
and to feel it was your fault to stay,
to know it’s the choices you make.
It’s okay what I do,
to forget him, this I know.
But it hurts, cuts through my soul, everytime I say no.
Hurt on hurt kills me, numbs my body
to see him with someone else.
And he knows this, so he does it even more,
makes me not trust myself.
It seems like a good way to start,
pretending like I don’t care
even though my heart’s tearing apart.
To know in my mind he’s still there
but I have to help myself and do good.
It’s a hard rule to follow but clearly understood,
ignoring him is ripping my own heart
but it seems like a good way to start.







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