<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Torturous Head Games</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I written about you before.<br>Spoke of the good times.<br>Spoke of the hard.<br>Like a distant star you seem far.<br>Gone is everything but mere whisper of your name.<br>But still every memory is cherished.<br>Locked away in a box.<br>Never to be lost or forgotten.<br>You made me who I am today.<br>You brought me back to life when I should have died cold and alone.<br>Let the crime fit the punishment.<br>But you told me no.<br>You can never give up or give in.<br>No matter the ghosts that follow your ever footstep.<br>Beat them back if you must.<br>Under your breath go ahead mutter and cuss.<br>I know its hard to move on.<br>But you must.<br>These attachments are just to clingy for me don't you see.<br>Smother someone and they will not be able breathe.<br>And they will do everything they can to break free.<br>The more you want it.<br>The more you can't have it.<br>The pleasure of torturous head games.<br>Mixed feelings that would drive most insane.<br>But not me oh no, I distance myself and just numb the pain.<br>I learned the serious ones do not play.<br>They make their move.<br>They tell you how they plan stay.<br>The long haul till death does all part.<br>Their just three little words.<br>They forever echo in mind.<br>What I should have said so long ago.<br>But now its too late.<br>A broken heart.<br>Give me another injection before the rejection starts.<br>Sitting by the hearth of a warm fire.<br>Staring off empty space.<br>Knowing its nobody fault but my own.<br>Self loathing is something I never condone.<br>But here I am contradicting my self.<br>Like fish out of water.<br>I'm flopping back fourth.<br>Still I know I must stay the course.<br>I know the answer will come.<br>But do I have patients to endure? <br>Or will I baited with another lure.<br>I do my damnedest to not allow it rest assure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ace+Of+Black+Hearts">Ace Of Black Hearts</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339637" data-title="Torturous Head Games de Ace Of Black Hearts" data-description="I written about you before. Spoke of the good times. Spoke of the hard. Like a distant star you seem far. Gone is everything but mere whisper of your name. But still every memory is cherished. Locked away in a box. Never to be lost or forgotten. Y..."></div> </div> </div>

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