Crossing my fingers behind my back
Im making empty promises
the self assurance I lack.
Dealing with self inflicted consequences
constantly finishing sentences
raising my defenses.
Allowing no one to see my pain or the instances
I cry aloud
repeating the words of many voices
making thoughtless choices
to let my heart
f
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l
l
into the wrong hands
which have weaknesses unknown to anyone
except for those who have felt caresses from those fingers.
Unaware of unbound feelings
when he listens yet still says he wants to see other b*tches...
but he doesnt see how his careless words are wounding my dignity and creating fictional pictures of my self worth.
This complpicates everything and confuses the sh*t out of me..

That's really good.

thanx

Your poem is great,I like it...
And for him, sounds like a player, but THATS just a slayer,
Of your heart and you, then they only leave you blue...

That had some serious heart in it.

nice write

eye u

awwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!

Very nice

I love the
f
a
l
l

I hated every minute of it...falling...lol

You're welcome. :)