Christopher's Dead

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My Turn - Poem by Christopher's Dead

I just want to be honest
I’ve made some bad mistakes
Wonder if I held my own ground
I’ll never forget the look on your face
And as I try to come to
My senses crash and burn
Reminded how you tore out my insides
I was a game and it was your turn.

Drift away
So led astray

There won’t be a next time
There won’t be a happy ending for you
After the way you went behind my back
You think I care to go through
Playing guessing games and breathing in
The toxin of your love
Sing a song of sick remains
I won’t let you be the death of me.

Caring…
For…
Lights… after dark

This is where we’ve come to
Trying to begin again
But I won’t be fighting for your cause
Forcing you to be reminded

Focus on subsequential
Ideas of self-restraint
Been hear for you all the time
Don’t want to here your name
And as I tear the last memory
Believe I’ve had enough
Conscious of a single feeling
I still want to be loved

But not by you.


Comments about My Turn by Christopher's Dead

  • (2/21/2010 6:46:00 PM)


    This is beautiful. the emtion captured is so raw. love it! last standza is my favorite! (Report) Reply

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  • (2/7/2010 7:05:00 PM)


    ooh, nice twist at the end. i wasnt expecting that. sad and painful write, but a good poem. good job. (Report) Reply

  • (2/7/2010 3:29:00 PM)


    I felt the pain! Nice... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 22, 2011


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