written by #bearpoet, Tlhax.
what’s this that is happening?
hurting me, screwing me, recreating me?
pieces of used shards that keep mending and breaking on me.
that is the sharp broken pieces of my heart stabbing what’s left of it.
its like everytime i find what people call love
i always end up confused and lost like a bird without its flock.
forever drunk inlove no hangover but i’d sure forget to talk,
about the time i’ve wasted on a girl who doesnt understand a clock.
falling for a stranger so they can kidnap you, put in a trance.
they sweep you off your feet and steal your heart.
keeping your heart ransom for your feelings.
sadly, i just told a story of an everyday hostage situation.
through love, we’re all murders, we’re all thiefs, we’re all victims
but is falling inlove worth all the pain and suffering?
just remember what doesnt kill you makes you stronger.
pray that all the strangers you say are perves.
will never stab your what would kill your nerves.
teddypoet 