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