Tick tick tick
I live in a world a grey
Tick tick tick
I can't breathe I can't breathe
Tick tick tick
Alone. So alone.
Tick tick tick
All my fault all my fault
Tick tick tick
She's could have been dead
Tick tick tick
I could have killed her
Tick tick tick
She's gone because of me
Tick tick tick
Broken shattered bleeding
Tick tick tick
When did I become a murderer
Tick tick tick
The story is nearing its end
Tick tick tick
The story of my twisted mind
Tick tick tick
Tick tick tick tick tick
TICK TICK TICK
TICKTICKTICKTICK TICKTICKTICKTICK
...tick
......tick
.........tick
........
And all that was left was ashes
Because she was the ticking...
...and the ticking...
...was not a clock.

You know me well
My name, my sense of humor (or rather lack of it)
you know my stories,
you know my smile
you knew my favorite book
my favorite color
and you were my favorite best friend
...until you weren't.
And now, you act as if
you don't know me at all...

Repost if you drifted apart from a best friend and you couldn't understand why
Please comment I love to read interpretations of my work!

Restless nights
days dreary and dour
abandoned in
our darkest hour
treacherous actions
yet unloathable soul
desperately living
off burning out coal

You're trying to make me see your point of view
But it's hard to see clearly with tears in my eyes
you'll just watch me like a raindrop rolling down the window out of sight

I'm silent
But I am screaming
This isn't quiet
The lights are on
But I'm in the dark
This isn't brightness
I'm awake
But still in a nightmare
Not a dream
If only it were
I'm reliving
But this isn't living
I'm close
But not near
I'm distant
I am and I do
But this is what it isn't

I would love to hear interpretations of my poem please please comment!

You handed me many apologies
But the words were far too thorny for me to accept
Besides
It's too late





Please comment!

A black veil cloaked
My cobalt heart
My soul was scarlet
Before being torn apart
An iris clutched to my chest
Petals fell by my toes
When you chose the hyacinth
Over the golden rose
With shattered mirror shards
You severed the chain
Precious as a cat's eye
Melted by flames

The way you talk is like the morning silence
The way I walk is on a tightrope made of spider silk
None of them will remember your name
years from now but I will
And I used my whitest black
To paint you a portrait of me
But I didn't know you well enough
To know what I should be

Friendship like a mirror
Reflecting echos from our past
But those smiles we shared those days
Were just too good to last
And when that mirror shattered
We realized it wasnt forever
And it's better to leave It broken
Than hurting yourself trying to put it back together

Repost if you had to say a tough goodbye to something too good to last.