in Iambic Pentameter fortehtearz

She is crazy for him, it would appear.
Yes, I am aware this was our fear.
She asks, "Is this love?" I quip, "I don't know"
She is so lost, the confusion does show...
Such a fool, she was for him, it seemed
Pushed forth the special date, for what she dreamed
Was the answer for his love requitance*.
She had striven each day for his acceptance.
Herself, she did put in this tense position
Waiting on words. Sighing at the omission
Of a declaration of emotion-
Never did he profess loving devotion.
She did love him, she does love him, did he'ven** love her?
This is the mental battle her mind does stir
Every time that their lips press for a kiss,
She's pushed even farther into this abyss.
She still needs him, needs him, to love her again too
Some day soon, she will know what it is that she should do


But she never really did have to find it out,
Because he destroyed her without a doubt.
Why'd he even kiss her upon his departure?
After he eats her heart too, like a vulture.

*- requital, made it up ;D
**- he + even

hah, funny thing is

he made me smile, all the while he was yanking my heart out.

how did I let this happen?
I gave it away, and never got it back

even though it is shattered, he still has it.


he destroyed me, but still had me smiling.

istilllovehim

xxxxxxxxx

have you ever just sat there
counting the rain drops, as they sync with the tears
counting the minutes, the seconds, the hearbeats
realizing that there really is a fine line between love and hate
realizing that the line is thinning with each breath

it all becomes one big blur
you really do swear there was a time when they were there
they loved you, and you weren't sure what to do
then one day, you woke up
you woke up with this strange weight on your heart
the weight felt light, felt like a whole new world
then you went to sleep
the weight feels heavy
you let your emotions get flung, side to side
taking down the borders of reality
waiting for the next sign, the next word
waiting turns into counting
counting each and every heartbeat between you and them

time passes so slowly each day but swiftly each moment
a big chaotic blur

I don't care anymore

Fuck this!
the logic is beyond flawed.
I feel like throwing up again

lolwut?

it is as simple as building a wooden bridge over water in 1720.
....

honestly, it is not something I am fond of
this weird spell, a curse, or hex as far as I can tell
a twisted type of.... love
don't be distraught by that ugly thought.
this is all too horrendous, when will it end for us?
so coy, like a trickster's toy.
this, too, shall pass
or, this too, shall pass.
all about emphasis, why do I go on like this?

this makes no sense, since it is a lie
why must I try, I'll just cry
all that is ever spoken is a goodbye, and a sigh is felt
with a removal of a belt, and an unfastening button's melodious clink,
a zippers zip, what is there left to think?

what is revealed is no longer concealed away
it is my future, my past
my present has not blessed me with its presence
I realize I am alone, a mere clone is all I have seduced
and now, in this hate induced coma, I slowly perish