Is It True 你 Lie?
Is It True 你 Hate Me?
Is It True 你 Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True 你 Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True 你 Like Me Crying?
Is It True 你 Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True 你 Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True 你 Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True 你 Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True 你 Let Me Call 你 My True Bestfriend When 你 Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Is It True 你 Hate Me?
Is It True 你 Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True 你 Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True 你 Like Me Crying?
Is It True 你 Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True 你 Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True 你 Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True 你 Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True 你 Let Me Call 你 My True Bestfriend When 你 Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Her eyes were 火, 消防 red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why 你 are
mad at me.
Why 你 shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My 老友记 ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why 你 are mad.
Why do 你 have to do
what 你 do to me?
Why does it give 你
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my 老友记 take action?
Why cant 你 tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why 你 are
mad at me.
Why 你 shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My 老友记 ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why 你 are mad.
Why do 你 have to do
what 你 do to me?
Why does it give 你
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my 老友记 take action?
Why cant 你 tell me WHY?
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not 由 blood, then 由 what?
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, 你 ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time 写作 in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, 你 ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time 写作 in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.