Posted in My life - Written by God, produced by 21st Century middle America, and lived by me, myself, and I., Poetry, The Modern Classics, Uncategorized

“I wanted to hear something; not just words, but genuine heart. I wanted to be chased, but not if it meant forcing you to chase me.”

Beyond my understanding

The goodness I showed to you

Trying not to run

From common insecurities

If every breath felt the same

The sharp intake of oxygen to my brain

It’s all the same for you

I’m just the same to you

You didn’t need it; you didn’t need it

My heartbeat, soft as a whisper

Hold on, bright green eyes

Tell me your story again

Watch yourself fly, far far away

Flee your mistakes, flee from reality

What did I do to deserve this fire

O right, I did nothing

O right, to you I’m nothing

Nothing is sweeter, sweeter to my lips

Then your poison, three words from you..