A/N: I wrote this poem for me, so you can choose whatever pairing you want. Keep in mind I'm not a poet, never ws, never will be. And I would dedicate this to someone, but it might suck really bad, and I wouldn't want to insult anyone. And I don't do rhyme scheme, so it doesn't sound like a valid poem. Watch me care. Taste for Suicidal


It's funny how real life inspires poems.

Punch Me In The Face, Apparently I Can't Feel A Thing

By Taste for Suicidal

And there it is-

You delivered the blow

He's asking out someone we know

I want to shake your shoulders

Why can't you see?

Little does he know, he's in love with me

My heart turns to crumbles

My soul turns to dust

This isn't fair, this isn't just

I'll tell myself he's playing games

But deep down, I know I'm to blame

He couldn't know, I haven't told him

That all I want to do is hold him

'It's just a boy, don't run ahead'

My secret to hold until we are dead

A secret to plant the pain that grows inside of me

My friend guilt, come to reside in me

I have no shame he's always in my thoughts

Yet I feel like I might get caught

Guilt makes up for what I have lacked

Oh if he knew, how would he react?

Maybe it's your fault,

You call yourself a friend

It was all pretend

So much for being there until the end

Or maybe the girl

The on he "likes:

What a superficial word

She gets to cut

While so long I've been waiting

'No problem, they'll be over soon'

I lie to myself

Put my dreams on a shelf

My mind is spent

I can't enjoy the ride when he's at the wheel

Throwing a pity smile every once in awhile

So as you smile at your "secret" my closest friend,

Think of the one I carry to the end

My heart won't mend

My wishes are fading

Everything is my fault, you won't ever know

As you walk away

Happy

Carefree

Naïve

Oblivious you just delivered the blow