Convincing, More Like Lying - Poem by Kyle Jones
Guess I'll take a seat and persuade myself it's true.
That you’re trying to persuade yourself we're through.
My friends and soul try to tell me you're gone.
But I won't listen to myself or anyone..
Well I'll stay here to convince myself it's true.
That you keep on pretending to have no clue.
That I'd kill for you and cook the flesh.
Give you the heart and scrap the rest.
I've got nothing left but loneliness
Holes in doors and fractured wrists.
My head is pounding like a heartbeat
Similar to the one I lost
Ten thousand miles is nothing to walk if I'm walking home to
You got my heart off you went.
And you're never coming back again
Still trying to persuade myself it's true.
Convincing myself I'll be okay without you
And I know I will be, okay without you
Comments about Convincing, More Like Lying by Kyle Jones
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.