Poems from introspectivebeet
I’m a writer
My stories convey
The deepest emotions
And the fairest plights
Of my mind.
When I write,
My agony
And heartbreak
Are clear for...
You were always a priority for me.
Actually, you never were.
That’s just a lie
I fed to you.
You’re fucking worthless
And nobody loves you...
This takes finesse and focus,
None of which you have.
This artful dance
On that fine line
Between love
And hate.
You treat me like shit,...
I want to go home
But I’m not sure where that is anymore.
They say home is where the heart is
But I love you
And you don’t love me.
You...
I don’t have time to feel guilty.
Neither do you.
But we still do,
Both of us.
We both feel guilty
For hurting each other.