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Failed Games

last night i was crying in bed

last night i was lying on my head

the pillow got socked in red

the window was hollow and i bled

 

nothing was the same inside 

only my skin and bones remind    

you stabbed me again online

and i was denied from the love time 

 

i am petrified of people now

the poems for you rhymed like a vow 

honest with you all the time 

sincere with you and it wasn’t a lie  

 

did the poems did not make sense?

i thought i am your prince of darkness 

you left me for the heartless in a mess 

i thought you were different but you had no common sense

 

i know it was a short while lived

but i know you since 2016 but you dipped  

you live in my mind rent free

you live in my heart where you supposed to be

 

those long talks meant nothing?

the poems were rubbish?

i know i am not the sunset

but I am sure they meant something  

 

it is just that we reflect on everything

because of you people, I am going extent

so what about the subjects i bring?

it is like living in your trenches with strings

 

i guess nothing mattered to you at all

the void got shattered and you left a hole

i forgot you had a house with him 

i was with you on your phone like a simp

 

i guess you guys are good now

i am upset i am not with you in town

i saw the picture in the book 

but i still want you and your looks

 

i hope you understand what i say in time

things will make sense with my rhymes

i swear i saw different signs

but this is what i have in my mind

 

wait you thought i was done

you said push me and i will run

look what happened when you took me for fun

you want to understanding read stranded hun

 

i wish i can aim the gun to my head

pull the trigger and turn it into a bloodshed

no one will love me because it is a sin 

put me in the bin and burn my skin

 

isn’t your drinking your getaway? 

salivating liquor the whole day?

what happened to your sway?   

i forgot smoking helps you anyway 

 

didn’t you send me a video drunk?

but your thoughts were sober

did you sing to me for fun?

i should’ve known you were colder and on the run

 

i wanted you around 24/7?

but to you i am not even close to 7/11

you didn’t like the seconds we spent?

or the questions sessions we did?

 

i guess things are hard to admit

i was happy when i heard you ring

i was hoping it wont be a fling

and you come see me in a real life event

 

what about the wedding and things?

i guess you replaced the rings with stings

you just did what other people did

cut me from within and look at me as a tin

 

you bled on me like others did to you

my little kid will never forgive you  

and i thought you like it when you vent

i was listening to you while you are bent   

 

you are an idiot for what you did

i was right to write like you said

but then you disappeared in the abyss

now look at you you are gone in the mist

 

people like you should cease to exist

you inflicted the pain while i predicted it

i was dismissed by you while you are conflicted

i thought we will be together coexisting

 

it is not your fault that i am stupid

this is me by default cause i am human

my heart will be always wounded

and my feelings got blood included 

 

i use to look at your pictures in the book

look at the universe to make me your notebook

praying to be your love and the hook

i am such an idiot and i am really shook

 

but this is the last verse I write for you

no more tears, no more breaking through

you left me buried in the shadows' hue

so now I bid this torment adieu

 

your name will fade like whispers in the rain

your memory a fleeting, forgotten stain

I'll stitch my wounds, endure the pain

find the light beyond this endless chain

 

for even the darkest nights will cease

and my broken heart will find release

you may have taken my love piece by piece

but my soul remains, seeking peace.

 

so, here’s the end to this sorrowful tale

a heart that loved, but will always prevail

but even with storms, I will pass through the hail

and I’ll rebuild myself beyond the veil

 

one day, these wounds will cease to weep

my soul will wake from its tortured sleep

for love is a mountain, cruel and steep

but I’ll climb again, no matter how deep

 

this poem is done, but my story goes on

the nights are dark, but i’ll greet the dawn

a phoenix reborn from the ashes of wrong

and i’ll write my own ending, where i belong.

 

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