Poem -

Black Night Gone Cold

I cry for you

Baby, I'd die for you

How can you not see it, how could you let it go...

All I wanted was for you to know

That I'd give anything for you not to go.

I gave you my heart, and I believed what you said

I was like a begger believing the promise of bread.

You said that you were giving me everything

My love, I'd give you anything

For that promise that you'd never leave

You gave me that promise and like a fool I believed it.

It was my last chance at love and I chose to recieve it.

No, I won't kill myself for you

No, I won't hurt myself for you

I won't change states and I won't do anything for you.

I won't talk to you, and I won't beg for you back

I will just sit in the gloominess and be glad

That I got to know you

For a short time, I got to show you

That I still have a heart that is good.

Although I still wish that you would

See how good at the game I can be

I still want to get you back, I guess some part of me

Still wants to believe that I can be bad.

My heart can be black

But right now it's in the process off dying

From the knives you stuck in it as you were trying

To get rid of me

I guess we all have our ways of living and dying.

Just know that I loved you, Β you won't hear from me again.

Good job, you can tell everyone you win

By breaking my heart

By tearing my soul apart

Then just leaving me to bleed alone in the dark.

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Christopher Correia

this is a terrific write, honest pure emotions poured out, felt it, Hannah, it has a beating heart and a glowing soul, and hey, if Poetessdarkly likes your work. who am I to disagree? Β tribute

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