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Perfectly Fine.
My life was perfectly fine,
until you came along.
With those devilish eyes, and angel face,
that haunts me all day long.
I can’t even think straight, without you invading my thoughts.
Giving me reason to believe I had a chance with you,
making me think I had a shot.
In your eyes, I come a dime a dozen.
Just another notch in your belt.
But you didn’t give a fuck!
Of course, you didn’t care how I felt.
Otherwise you’d call.
I’m willing to bet money, you aren’t even thinking of me at all.
I stopped waiting to hear from you weeks ago.
Yes, that’s how long it’s been.
If only you can see me now, I’ve lost much weight since then.
Every time I close my eyes I can see your face.
I wish our minds had a delete memory button, it would be so much easier to erase.
But no, I have to suffer and relive each moment that we’ve shared.
I just want to be put out of my misery, for once I’d just like to be spared.
My now shattered life, was perfectly fine before we met.
And I can’t even move on, because my heart won’t let me yet.
I am as empty as these wine bottles, that I’ve began collecting.
You always said I should get a hobby, but this isn’t exactly what I was expecting.
Honestly, I wouldn’t wish this pain on my worst enemy.
No one should feel so low.
Everyone keeps telling me, that I have to let you go.
If only they knew, how hard I’ve been trying,
but every time I try and convince them, they suspect that I’m lying.
But here I am writing to you, for the very last time,
SAYING FUCK YOU.
because before I met you, my life was perfectly fine.
- Poetic Gawdess
until you came along.
With those devilish eyes, and angel face,
that haunts me all day long.
I can’t even think straight, without you invading my thoughts.
Giving me reason to believe I had a chance with you,
making me think I had a shot.
In your eyes, I come a dime a dozen.
Just another notch in your belt.
But you didn’t give a fuck!
Of course, you didn’t care how I felt.
Otherwise you’d call.
I’m willing to bet money, you aren’t even thinking of me at all.
I stopped waiting to hear from you weeks ago.
Yes, that’s how long it’s been.
If only you can see me now, I’ve lost much weight since then.
Every time I close my eyes I can see your face.
I wish our minds had a delete memory button, it would be so much easier to erase.
But no, I have to suffer and relive each moment that we’ve shared.
I just want to be put out of my misery, for once I’d just like to be spared.
My now shattered life, was perfectly fine before we met.
And I can’t even move on, because my heart won’t let me yet.
I am as empty as these wine bottles, that I’ve began collecting.
You always said I should get a hobby, but this isn’t exactly what I was expecting.
Honestly, I wouldn’t wish this pain on my worst enemy.
No one should feel so low.
Everyone keeps telling me, that I have to let you go.
If only they knew, how hard I’ve been trying,
but every time I try and convince them, they suspect that I’m lying.
But here I am writing to you, for the very last time,
SAYING FUCK YOU.
because before I met you, my life was perfectly fine.
- Poetic Gawdess
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