this poem isnt about you.
its for sunshine in the darkest streets
where silently she sleeps
and she'll wake on a wednesday
to find he has left her behind
with a pain in her stomach
and a scar on her arm
and
she'll know
it wasnt love she took
it was darkness and hate
this poem isnt about you
it's about the sunshine
turning black
and she thinks it for the better
and can only believe she matters
because the boys have all gone home
and she's always left alone
with noone to cry to
and no feelings to rely on.
but she'll stare at her scars
and feel sorry for herself
thinking
they only ever leave me
when will they believe me
that I'm beautiful
I really am.
but she's lieing to the sunshine
and the darkness looks like light to her
but i can see and so can't she?
the end will end up
so much darker than the night.
this poem isnt about you
its about how
laying with yourself
isnt fun anymore
he will always step through the door
but the future wont be where you are.
you're the one he'll take
and leave in an ally.
behind the goddamn bar.
and dont flatter yourself.
this poem isnt about you.
8:34 pm - 28.03.04
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