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Seriously?
You must be a magician or something
Cause you’re making poison seep out of your empty words
Your false claims and acts of hypocrisy are causing the walls of my veins to shake
Pouring salt into crystal lakes, blocking up the stream of conversation
Just pointing fingers with no hand, or body behind it, backing it up
You better of been drunk or poppin’ something to say, neigh, TYPE such words
You were my rock until you rolled over and crushed me
And not to mention the rest of us who suffer under the weight of your words
There is no coming back from this, I hope you understand, this is beyond breaking trust
You broke love and that shit doesn't break easy, I hope you have planned you excuses
Cause I will shake the land beneath you, haunt your happiness, burn fires that circle you
Until you give me a reason, a fucking good reason~!
I thought you were one of the only rational people in this fucked up, whimsical world
And yet here we are, what am I to do, with this anger you magically bloomed,
With this tension that consumes, with the trust you have doomed,
How do you propose we resume?
We once shared words that we wouldn't cause any drama
And I get that you have your ups & downs but this shit is sideways,
This type of accusation is rotten
And not easily forgotten
Cause you’re making poison seep out of your empty words
Your false claims and acts of hypocrisy are causing the walls of my veins to shake
Pouring salt into crystal lakes, blocking up the stream of conversation
Just pointing fingers with no hand, or body behind it, backing it up
You better of been drunk or poppin’ something to say, neigh, TYPE such words
You were my rock until you rolled over and crushed me
And not to mention the rest of us who suffer under the weight of your words
There is no coming back from this, I hope you understand, this is beyond breaking trust
You broke love and that shit doesn't break easy, I hope you have planned you excuses
Cause I will shake the land beneath you, haunt your happiness, burn fires that circle you
Until you give me a reason, a fucking good reason~!
I thought you were one of the only rational people in this fucked up, whimsical world
And yet here we are, what am I to do, with this anger you magically bloomed,
With this tension that consumes, with the trust you have doomed,
How do you propose we resume?
We once shared words that we wouldn't cause any drama
And I get that you have your ups & downs but this shit is sideways,
This type of accusation is rotten
And not easily forgotten
Published 9th Oct 2016
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The one thing I love about this is that you lean to poetry as a crutch, to language as a gateway of poetic expression vs. a vitriolic release, thus becoming the monster you hate.
Betrayal is a difficult pill to swallow. Discovering another's darkness suddenly cloaked in distrust can be both shocking and numbing. Both eventually wear off and what's left is the pain of questions upon questions, as is demonstrated here in this poetry.
It's easier to navigate if you can view it as a teacher. That is your choice, teacher or enemy (and even an enemy is one of your greatest teachers next to love). Think back to this classroom you've stood before in your life. What did you learn? What did you wish to do differently if you had a chance? Well guess what? You do.
But, more than that, you're a brand new person now, an evolved version if yourself holding up a mirror to your betrayer. What is it they're seeing in themselves they're projecting onto you? How can you help them see differently? What light will you shine as a champion for love?
Betrayal is a difficult pill to swallow. Discovering another's darkness suddenly cloaked in distrust can be both shocking and numbing. Both eventually wear off and what's left is the pain of questions upon questions, as is demonstrated here in this poetry.
It's easier to navigate if you can view it as a teacher. That is your choice, teacher or enemy (and even an enemy is one of your greatest teachers next to love). Think back to this classroom you've stood before in your life. What did you learn? What did you wish to do differently if you had a chance? Well guess what? You do.
But, more than that, you're a brand new person now, an evolved version if yourself holding up a mirror to your betrayer. What is it they're seeing in themselves they're projecting onto you? How can you help them see differently? What light will you shine as a champion for love?
10th Oct 2016 8:03pm
10th Oct 2016 10:35pm
All I could keep thinking is 'mhm let it out , there ya go. " We definitely use it as a crutch and release , it shows deeply in this poem. I like the title too , because that's what we think when someone pisses us the fuck off
Nice work
Nice work
15th Oct 2016 5:24am
Seriously? is my thing! I say it all the time Nice one here. Get that shit off your chest. <3
