Get You to Understand

Don’t you see
Don’t you understand
Why do you think I want to know about her
Can’t you tell that I want you

Can’t you comprehenehow i feel
Do I have to spell it out for you.
I know about the others and your side ones too
I know your rep and it doesn’t matter
All that matters is you
All I care about is you
So, what is wrong with me?
What keeps you from seeing what is right infront of you
Do I need to spell it out?
Because I can crave it into my wrist
And write it with my blood
If that is what you wish
How do I get you to understand
I know I’m not perfect but neither are you
What do I need to change
Just tell me and I’ll try
Why can’t you just look and see who I truly am
Am I that ugly and unperfect you just ignore this angel indisguse
Maybe I’ll just spell it out with these cravings on my wrist
And then just maybe you will understand
After i’m gone it will all make fucken sense to you
Until then just stay fucken clueless
I couldn’t care less
I don’t care these cravings will tell my story

By FallnAngel

I'm a writer. I wrote poetry and journalism. I found this place through a friend she was telling me how her brother writes here and I decided to check it out. I noticed how alot of my poerty would fit and decided to place it on here. So that brings me to where I am now. If you want to you can check out my site...Its not the best but it is coming along. I prolly look "preppy" but that is just a label which I don't believe in I just see people as people not things to judge. I feel everyone is who they are they just don't always know who they are, if that makes since. I hope you all enjoy my writing and try and see the underlying meanings in it. -Kim Mortal lovers must not try to remain at the first step; for lasting passion is the dream of a harlot and from it we wake in despair. C. S. Lewis (1898 - 1963), 'The Pilgrim's Regress'