The Worst Kind of Art
I thought it was love
that fleeting look of appreciation in your eyes
made me feel like I could be enough
why did it take me so long to realize you lied?
I wanted you to love me
no, I craved it
I needed someone simply
and you needed a hit
cravings are too strong to shake
and you seemed willing
so I gave my all, just for you to take
you promised your heart
and I gave you my soul
our "love" was a sad form of art
so here I sit with paint-stained hands
dreaming of you asking for a second chance
too bad your love only existed in my mind
This poem is about:
Me