"Losing all will to create is the worst thing I've ever experienced besides love."

Stop throwing your problems in my direction
In hopes that I'll catch them
And clean up the messes you make
I'm sorry but I won't make that mistake.

I'm sick of your lies
And your devilish hazel eyes
The ones that tug on my heart
And try their best to tear me apart.

But I've realized that you're like a snake
Lying in the grass, watching the moves I make
And I just want to get rid of you
That's what I've been trying to do.

I don't know how to feel anymore
I'm just waiting for you to burst through the door
Save me like an angel from above
Fixing me with your toxic love

The End

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