Thursday, January 13, 2011

Under My Skin

You were too late

Hurt and Pain are now hate

Numbness begins to set

Have you figured it out yet?

Can you feel anything?

Does any of it sting?

Is blindness suddenly your trait?

Or are you too filled with hate?

The Heart you bare is that of stone

Nothing makes me happier then to know you’ll leave me alone

What has been lifted is that insecurity

That you made me feel every time you talked like that to me

Are you really that conceited?

To not realize who have really been defeated?

Does the spear not pierce?

Are the heartaches really not that fierce?

All of this though has left my head

Everything you ever did or said

None of it matters because I’ve moved on

You never realize what you have until it’s gone

1 comment:

  1. Wow. I think you wrote this for me. Very good.

    Lori x