PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You played the victim and little did I know you'd become the muderer. The day you walked into my life I felt a little joy inside and the day you decided to leave I felt this sense of insecurity you had me thinking you cared. I didn't know you turned out to never be there. You had me thinking you were in love with me but little did I know it wasn't me you were in love with. You were more in love with the attention I gave you, the money I showered you with, and the constant love I shed upon your life. It wasn't me, it was the feeling . Almost like it wasn't the house that made you feel comfortable but the people in it. And for you I was just a house. A house that you pretended to see yourself in, a house you couldn't live in, a house you wanted to see a future in but was already to old and beaten down that you felt there was no more work to be done. So you gave up and left walked out the door and abandon my heart. As it sinks skipping beats and stopping at each and every crack made in the hardwood floors every time someone new comes walking in. Now everyone that enters, walks back out noticing the broken paint, the cracks in the floor, the sense of gloom all throughout the house you once wanted to make your home but left because you didn't want to finish the work. No one wants to live here anymore. I'm an old abandon house that cannot be remodeled into a new version that this generation has been forever trying to make me into. And because you left I might just let them try, and because you left they will tear me down, right to every brick and grain of dirt. And because you left I won't ever be the same. Almost like a tragic death. Oh god I wish I was dead. Wouldn't you too? After being tragically killed already in the most quietest way possible by the one who claimed to love you and explore your body every dark cold night when you longed for love. I don't think this calls for an action oh no it calls for a role to be played . Be happy they say. Yes because I love pretending but why can't you act for me instead since you loved to play with my feelings.