waiting on nothing
As you give that look to me,
your hooks sink right into me.
I showed you the best of me.
Because I thought you were my destiny.
You say life is picturesque.
As you stab that knife into my chest.
You say you aren’t beautiful.
What lies underneath you is more eternal.
You talk to me as if you don’t know.
Truly, my heart has nothing else left to show.
When you smile, I just sighed.
Now when I see you, I just cry.
How can you be so cold?
How can you be so cruel?
I want to be your man,
but you treat me like your fool.
At my last cigarette,
its still you I can’t forget.
My love for you is somewhat divine.
Every nightfall, I wait on your shrine.
I close my eyes.
It’s 3 in the morning.
Then I realize.
I crafted my own demise.
A salty tear.
A love not adhered.
Your all I ever wanted.
But you leave me here, violently tainted.
I’ve been hurt, I’ve been bruised.
I’ve walked right into your flame.
Now I’ve got nothing won
and nothing left to lose.

2 Comments:
who'd you write this for? Beautiful but sad.
you should read "waiting for godot" by samuel beckett..u say the exact same thing that story conveys. I think the idea your poem is brining out is existentialism--the concept that life is full of uncertainties and the only certainty is death itself.
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