I Write Poetry

Who Is Laughing Now... I wasn't the first
I won't be the last
Your need is her key, to
Flip and fall back, poorly appeased

A dangerous man, is
A man who doesn't care
The absence of it all
Leaves nothing left to bare

A depth of hell
Never ever once known
Is all that remains to be found
By you, you will forever drown

Pushed away with purpose, to
Get away free and clear
An enamored being once more, more than
One living daily with betrayal

I wasn't a victim
I won't ever be you
The surreal of the tangible
A mere mirror of what you thought was true

When you reached
It wasn't there
How does that make you feel
Knowing it was someone else that she cared

The steam it boils, as
The clear is cloudy
Confidence is the crack that crumbled
That picked away at all it's glory

She said it
With every soft tissue in her body
The stare of what to do, as
The touch that told it, shall it be true

Sold out of control
The damage was yet to be done
For what it wasn't, it was
Utter worthless, truth is still undone