A Dark Ending.
This is a new piece but was written almost a year ago. Before you read it, you must understand that it is simply a different form and style of writing; it does not pertain to anyone nor is it about anyone. I was writing alot of love and sex pieces and wanted to explore a darker piece for a change; however, after I read it and made some revisions I noticed that it very much is from my feminine side and totally sounds like a girl wrote it. I know right; but I am hoping this just means that I am not jaded yet and have never had my heart trampled, stabbed, broken and kicked around by the viciousness of the female sex, LMAO.
Can you feel it, feel the pain, it's severe and it comes with no gain.
You fucking liar, you screwed me, but someday soon I will be free.
It was cold and you were wrong, how could you after so fucking long.
And how long did you live that lie, do you even care that you made me cry?
When I think about what you've done, I think killing you would be really fun.
I would use a knife to cut you long and deep, so then all your lies would be
yours to keep.
I would make it painful and slow, coward, your actions make you yellow.
You didnt say or write anything, and now it's me who feels the sting.
As always I am the last one to find out, looking back, everything fills with doubt.
Were you ever honest, were you ever real? And now can you even imagine how I feel?
Every time we were out with our friends, you told me a love like ours, never ends.
Betrayal, deceit, backstabbing, and lies, no relationship works when only one tries.
I did everything I could think of, to build and expand the idea of love.
The way you said you wanted things to be, the only important parts were you and me.
Those were your fucking word not mine, how could I know you were just biding time.
I think about the things we shared, the whole time you acting like you cared.
You didn't, "you FUCK, and now I know, you ruined everything by being so low.
One day you'll get it and it'll be bad, and on that day I will be very glad.
I will chuckle and hold in my glee, when I realize that am finally free.
Watching you hurt like the way I do here, will bring me joy, but I may shed a tear.
Because it will hurt me at the same time, even though what you did was a
terrible crime.
Throwing me away like a piece of trash, my whole word came down in one big crash.
At night I still feel the weight of it all, and it takes all my strength not to call.
I still remember how amazing it was with you, the nights in your arms and days
spent there too.
I wonder if youre thinking about me as well, secret desires locked up with
no one to tell.
I dont answer the phone, dont do anything anymore, every part of me is in pain,
right to my inner core.
All those future plans and goals are completely gone, you and me, even the words
just sound very very wrong.
You did this to us, remember that.......forever.
This is a new piece but was written almost a year ago. Before you read it, you must understand that it is simply a different form and style of writing; it does not pertain to anyone nor is it about anyone. I was writing alot of love and sex pieces and wanted to explore a darker piece for a change; however, after I read it and made some revisions I noticed that it very much is from my feminine side and totally sounds like a girl wrote it. I know right; but I am hoping this just means that I am not jaded yet and have never had my heart trampled, stabbed, broken and kicked around by the viciousness of the female sex, LMAO.
Can you feel it, feel the pain, it's severe and it comes with no gain.
You fucking liar, you screwed me, but someday soon I will be free.
It was cold and you were wrong, how could you after so fucking long.
And how long did you live that lie, do you even care that you made me cry?
When I think about what you've done, I think killing you would be really fun.
I would use a knife to cut you long and deep, so then all your lies would be
yours to keep.
I would make it painful and slow, coward, your actions make you yellow.
You didnt say or write anything, and now it's me who feels the sting.
As always I am the last one to find out, looking back, everything fills with doubt.
Were you ever honest, were you ever real? And now can you even imagine how I feel?
Every time we were out with our friends, you told me a love like ours, never ends.
Betrayal, deceit, backstabbing, and lies, no relationship works when only one tries.
I did everything I could think of, to build and expand the idea of love.
The way you said you wanted things to be, the only important parts were you and me.
Those were your fucking word not mine, how could I know you were just biding time.
I think about the things we shared, the whole time you acting like you cared.
You didn't, "you FUCK, and now I know, you ruined everything by being so low.
One day you'll get it and it'll be bad, and on that day I will be very glad.
I will chuckle and hold in my glee, when I realize that am finally free.
Watching you hurt like the way I do here, will bring me joy, but I may shed a tear.
Because it will hurt me at the same time, even though what you did was a
terrible crime.
Throwing me away like a piece of trash, my whole word came down in one big crash.
At night I still feel the weight of it all, and it takes all my strength not to call.
I still remember how amazing it was with you, the nights in your arms and days
spent there too.
I wonder if youre thinking about me as well, secret desires locked up with
no one to tell.
I dont answer the phone, dont do anything anymore, every part of me is in pain,
right to my inner core.
All those future plans and goals are completely gone, you and me, even the words
just sound very very wrong.
You did this to us, remember that.......forever.