Late Night Sunday
I must be naive, 'cuz I let myself trust.
Just once.
Didn't think it'd hurt, this much.
I see through the lies,
I just choose not to.
Hoping someday, that someone,
will choose to hurt you.
I'll pretend the excuses go over my head.
That I'm laying in bed,
not worryin' at all, just catching Zs instead.
Let's act this scene out,
let's pretend.
That this ain't difficult,
its easy; straight 'til the end.
Putting myself open, out on the line.
Thought I was chasing, but you were so far behind.
Together we would make it like Bonnie and Clyde.
Keepin' it together like the perfect crime.
But instead you're off in your own little world.
Got your make believe friends, and I bet most are girls.
But I'm sick of your reasons, my constant begging and pleadin'.
Its all useless, and stupid, when I'm dyin' here; bleedin'.
So I think I'm done with you. Done with your lies.
Now I'm gonna be the swatter and baby? You are the flies.
Yeah, it hurts with I think of you, guess you're here for a while.
Got my family and friends, and they can make a girl smile.
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