Author: Angel On The Edge
I thought you were that thing
That thing that kept me going.
I was so blind!!!
Why do I still want your love?
When you are my pain
My anger, my sadness.
I canít believe I didnít see
The way you treated me.
Or maybe I just didnít want to know
What an awful person you could be.
Did you always plan to destroy me?
By saying you
Loved, wanted and needed me.
You make it like a game.
Seeing if you could make me love you.
Now its clear
Ill never make that mistake again
Believing anyone could ever love me.
But donít worry
If you cant already see
Yes you won your game.
No matter how hard I try
I just canít seem to be strong enough
Strong enough to stop loving you
You probley canít see
How much you have affected me
But I will get over it
And maybe one day secede.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|joyce ivy (22.214.171.124) -- Sunday, January 2 2005, 12:01 am|
sometime love makes us blind to alot of things...very good...thanks for sharing...joyce
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