Misery

Getting through is over rated weighed down by your resistance through thick glasses and barbed wires left with love that was meant to be shattered and what am I to do this ain't how your eyes first met me look at how you left me the bond we have is jaded love is no longer created but we are outdated pain I hate it my memories faded are not from your lips these marks that shade my neck my heart never loved you I never knew you poof and your gone *Entered into "Backwards Poem"