The Paradise You Created
And September has come
And September has gone
Days into weeks
Weeks into months
Months into years
But in the back of my mind
Reality never set in
Broken promises
Shattered lives
Living hell
But was I there?
Physically.
I was delusional
I averted my eyes
I turned up my music
I sang another sad song
I smothered my misery
What’s another fake smile?
What’s another ‘I’m fine’?
What’s another bruise to my soul?
Big deal, right?
And I can’t eat
And I can’t sleep
And I can’t deal
And when did I give up?
I gave up when you broke me in two
I gave up when I could no longer mend
the gaping wounds you verbally fabricated.
And trust me,
I wish more than anything they were real.
Visible.
And what made you think I believed your promises?
And until the day Lucifer says to you,
“Welcome to the paradise you created
for your daughter.”
Know that, no matter what you did to me,
I always loved you
by
invu2posted on 01/10/2008
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