Crutch

A Poem by Matt

an old poem i felt like posting

Why weren't you a little bit kinder.
I really wish i hadn't found her.
In the beginning it started out fun.

Always falling into the abyss of your eyes.
But in the end i really had wished you had missed.
As i fell on my knees in regret you kissed,
me one last time with provocative lips

The light has Faded.
I am alone in bondage
that final glint of your eyes.

Death is a liar.
Fear of living is a crutch.