I Bleed the Tears I Cry

 

Your words like bullets penetrate my heart, I bleed the tears I cry

 

 

I live in misery wishing you loved me as each day passes by

 

 

I long for you to hold me, my body aches with need

 

 

I know you don't love me as these tears I bleed

 

 

My heart is dark and dying, my soul weary from trying

 

 

My body feels like dying, yet I bleed the tears I'm crying.

 

 

You pretend and say you love me, But I know it's not true

 

You lie and say you love me, I love you too.

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Mr.Hales's picture

Awful Beauty

I can't say that everyone has felt like this, because I can't know these things.  I can say that your words, in so few lines, have managed to capture the very essence of unrequited love in such a way that anyone might uncork this bottle and take a sip of this very bitter draught.

Thank you.

This would be better in the Poetry section than in a blog, because people looking for beauty in literary form will probably look there first.  If you need help migrating it, just let me know.  We are here to help.  :-)


I am a mirror; all depth seen in me is an illusion. -- MRH