The Things We Can't Get Back

Hi my laptops about to die and I lost the charger so this should be quick and painless. Might take out the repitition. The lines are weird lengths too i know.


I thought I knew him,
Thouht his heart was mine.
But a heart he didn't have.
No love only lust.
The entire ordeal made of forced kisses.
I just kept saying, praying
I hope I can,
I think I can.
I know I can make it through the pain.

I kept my thoughts burried deep,
My pain locked up,
In what I sometimes call my heart.
I tried in vein not to think about his death,
This relationship built on fear.
Just kept saying, praying
I hope I'm lost,
I think I'm lost.
I know I'm lost but never in his eyes.

His demon body, warm as hate,
Felt it surrond me, drown me.
Stripped of my innocence.
Did he see the soul or just a body?
A bang and a clatter as the angel falls to hell
The same on the surface but on inside torn to shreds.
I hope I'm dead,
I think I'm dead
I know I'm dead and my fraglie solitude doesnt seem to mind.

Elizabeth,
Bravo! I really love this poem! I don't think you should get rid of the repetition at all! You just want to make sure you spell everything correctly, you did say that your top of lapness was dying, so I understand. I do that a lot too. Just before you submit something, re-read it in your head, or hit the Check Spelling button. It is very useful, and you also find errors that others may not find. Overall I really love this piece!!