Tell me that it hurt you,
Tell me that you lied.
Tell me you really loved me,
Or at least that you tried.
Because I'd rather have you slit my wrists,
Than let it carry on like this,
There's a pain that no one knows exists,
And you're the only one i long to miss.
So take this razor,
Sign your name on my arm.
And all will know my inspiration,
For a thing that i call art.
My body is a canvas.
Love is just a tool.
Don't let them take your innocence,
Or you'll end up a heartless fool.
I am imperfection at its best,
The closest thing to invisible,
That could ever exist.
Standing tall when all is crumbling,
With a blade clenched in my fist.
Mine is the sweetest kiss of death,
Because i know what you really want.
Deep inside you're dying,
And the memories, they taunt.
So tell me that it hurt you to say goodbye.
Tell me that it was all a lie.
Please tell me that you truly loved,
Or that you did your best to try.
OMG Jess!! I never knew that you were the type of girl to have someone cause pain too. I'm so sorry! This was a really touching poem and I can't wait ti read more! Let me know if I can help in any way.
"I am perfection at its best"
I loved that line...I guess we have more in common than I thought because that decribes me totally.5/5
Hey sorry i never got the time to comment on alot of your poems and im sorry i get so freagin jelous...i was just upset and im sorry for it i love you oh and check out my thingy noy my poems but the other thing that shows who you are read it....l love you..byebye...