At Fault Poems - Poems about At Fault

Dear Future Boyfriend I may not be perfect to love, Jealous when I see you with others, Sad when you come home late, Scared when you're not taking my calls— But every beat of my heart still whispers your name. Hey future boyfriend, I may not look bothered When you do things that hurt— That's because everything you do is not new. I'm used...

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Dear Future Boyfriend I may not be perfect to love, Jealous when I see you with others, Sad when you come home late, Scared when you're not taking my calls— But every beat of my heart still whispers your name. Hey future boyfriend, I may not look bothered When you do things that hurt— That's because everything you do is not new. I'm used...

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"It was your dress," they replied Was it? The ripped fabric cried The 5-year-old's laughter silenced that day Couldn't even scream, "I'm just a child," and ran away "It was your shorts," they claimed Was it? The torn seams proclaimed The 10-year-old's dreams shattered, flamed Couldn't even cry, "I'm just a girl," with shame "It was your clothes," they blamed Was it? The cloth...

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"It was your dress," they replied Was it? The ripped fabric cried The 5-year-old's laughter silenced that day Couldn't even scream, "I'm just a child," and ran away "It was your shorts," they claimed Was it? The torn seams proclaimed The 10-year-old's dreams shattered, flamed Couldn't even cry, "I'm just a girl," with shame "It was your clothes," they blamed Was it? The cloth...

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I know you already know, it’s not your fault, the life I sought...the bad choices, that was all me. If I could gather all the words the stars have ever heard, still they wouldn't be enough to say what you deserve. You raised four girls on your own, it taught me how to love and...

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How am I supposed to deal with this feeling I was dealt with? Weighed down by the stone tied around my ankles, My feet drag with every step that I take. Every inch forward is heavy, Crawling through trenches of pain. The pit in my stomach is only digging itself deeper, My face...

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I blame it on life, But really it's all on me. You wouldn't believe the fu*cking mess I've made....

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Blame Everyone likes to point fingers and Make sure someone else is Always at fault, but that can be a Lame excuse when the finger pointers share the Blame. ...

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Red rage in our streets Conjured reasons, to obscure Propagandized news!...

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I light the match And watch the flame flicker. The flame is bright, A beautiful blue, orange and yellow. I know that if I touch this flame I’ll be burned. Perhaps scarred. But as I stare at this dancing flame All I can think of is the beauty. So I reach out with my other hand, Slowly, tentatively, purposefully. But then I stop,...

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I yearn for not but your devotion true A sacred bond you must uphold You breathed me in the breath I drew Yet love runs from you faint and cold Have I transgressed? I toil in vain, Yet still, you shun my desperate plea. Affection spurned, a heart in pain, Forsaken in this MISERY. Hey, sire, would you ever love? “I do not, I...

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always ends the same, i’ve come to learn that loving someone is a dangerous game. the only way i learned was from the pain of a mistake, soon you get used to seeing people walking with there back turned to you. from the start you know the ending you convince yourself this time it wont happen, this is something...

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You see, in the silence that surrounds us, it's only our fault that casts shadows on the path, We've grown used to living for the sake of others, burning like candles in the darkness, To be present when everyone needs us, steadfast rocks in the storm of the world, But when we cry out from the depths, who...

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They follow you into the dark, Into the depths of valley’s and Shallows of forests. Till they find you alone, And tear you apart, despite your desperate moans. They stay there till there is nothing left. Till every bone is broken and bent and All your cries and pleas are spent. And somehow, it’s never their fault. It’s always you, your clothes or your...

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I don't usually talk about this. I use poems to vent about my relationship a lot. But honestly there's a lot going on. I'm realizing it wasn't all my fault. I left home at 16 and my parents never really forgave me for leaving them. But also, They didn't tell me to come home. I knew my mum wanted...

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