I would give a man false hopes, <br />And watch his world crash and burn. <br />As the pieces of his broken heart feel around me, <br />And yet not a single one seemed to hurt me, <br />Even after all the pain I had caused him. <br />It seemed even in the death of his heart, <br />It still somehow wanted to protect something it had so dearly loved <br />And then had itself broken by all it had ever wanted. <br />The waste land I now lived in was full of broken hearts, <br />Broken dreams and broken memories. <br />The false hope I was so willing to give seemed to back fire <br />And filled my heart with sorrow. <br />The longing feeling I had felt for so long <br />Had just made it know as it start to rip my very soul to pieces. <br />There was nothing I could do to save myself, <br />But one thing I had to do. <br />I had to confess a feeling so long forgotten <br />I didn’t realise what I had got until <br />The feeling dislodged itself from my heart. <br />I had lost the feeling of love <br />Something I had tried so hard to find <br />And in finding it I had ripped my heart out put it on the floor, <br />And squashed it with my own two feet. <br />This feeling of self regret I could not explain, <br />The only thing I knew was <br />I was alone in the waste land <br />I had created over time, <br />So many memories lost over time <br />That now haunted my every last waking second. <br />This pain was incredible and <br />I had done it to myself.<br /><br />Frankie Stones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-confession-5/
