The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

I hate to burden you with this
But you’re in everything I do
It’s like you’re my reflection
My eyes are dark brown
But somehow the eyes looking back at me
Are now a burning bright green
My short black hair
That’s curled with waves
Fans out
Past my shoulders
Now it’s a brunettes brown
My Carmel skin
Turns pale
Like it hasn’t seen enough of the suns glow
If I were to raise my arm
So would you
I can no longer look in the mirror and cry
That means you would too
Plus all I feel is happiness whenever I see you
So I smile as much as I can
Because I know you’re smiling too
I’ve always looked in my mirror and felt alone
But now I know your always on the other side
It’s like you’re in my mirror
The reflection looking back at me
You might be the love of my life
I just hope
Whenever you looking in yours
You’re seeing me

I don’t find myself being happy,
My taste in men is rather lacking.
They’re like the whiskey in my mouth I taste when I’m hungover.
Feels good at the time but I’m always sorry when it’s over.
I don’t feel good enough in my current relationship,
The man I’m with .. makes me feel like a *******.
He doesn’t look at me the way he looks at other woman,
and he tells me clothes don’t do me justice and that I look better naked.
and the lies are too hard to ignore anymore,
When I have to fight for his attention and he treats me like I’m his chore.
He said he was on his way home to go to to bed, but he did me real *****,
he already told me earlier he got invited to go out drinking at 10:30,
But why would he lie?
Because the last time we went out drinking together he did things that really hurt me.
This relationship is toxic because I already knew what would happen after that lie.
He’d ignore all my texts and “forget to reply”
The way it works is he will apologize and feel bad the next day,
Because I’m such a nice girl and he sees his mistake,
But it’s not enough to say I forgive him or pretend it’s okay,
Hes breaking my trust every lie, each day.
I’ve tried so hard to get him to realize how much I care,
But he doesn’t seem to understand what he’s doing isn’t fair.
From the candlelit dinners to the mixed CDs and “Bang Me” valentines cake, i now realized were a waste of time and my own **** mistakes.
The nights I spent running my fingers through his hair ...which was he favorite thing
will just have to be memories that he’ll have to bear.


Because I’m not enough to get him to change,
It’s not enough to be me.
I haven’t any choice anymore
Hes forcing me to leave