Wow Poem by Desiree Whitamore

i shut the door on you, i won't let you in.
you took over my mind, it won't happen again.
your voice is loud, but my music wins
this is the very last time, we've reached the end.

so at least for now, i've turned around.
you can see that:

i've learned how hard it can be, to never talk about my feelings.
i'm not sure that you can compare.
i've found out how i can remove this doubt
but the emptiness will always be there.

now i've heard it before, i've been warned
play with fire, then get burned.
and the scar will always be there.
but much like you, i don't care.
wishes are like fairytales, i just confused the truth.
but that was a better time, back when i still trusted you.