poetry
not so innocent now, you’ve been used now you’re confused
her body’s been abused, for so long
I want to do what’s right and take my time to make you feel alright
backs turned after her every move
watering your roots again, you feel me pouring down
I’m watering your plant now, I know you feel it
you won’t understand now but give it some time I know you will heal it
you said we never made love
I had you right on top
you told them we were never exes
he picked you up the last time, you wanted to see me less
you blame me because of my past
I should’ve known that we wouldn’t last
stealing friends away, a drug to them
the devil to me
it’s hard to see you other than a memory
picked up my phone and never spoke once
you’re calling him nicknames, when I heard the information I knew I wasn’t insane
I knew I never should’ve trusted you with all convincing tries
knew I never should’ve trusted him with all these damning lies
you got the next best thing in your palm
imitation, selfish image, impersonation of your last love
I start to pray and don’t know what to say
a decaying flower in the grass
my bible hasn’t turned a page, I must find the words to say
mourning doves speak with chirps, my mind is filled up with wisdom
I’m a change of heart
I have no room to spare, you’re slowly withering away
but my heart won’t change without your presence
so kick me with your lustful lies, I know I’m not the one who stayed in charge
it’s all about the love we shared, you saved my life then slept with spares
I’m hurting bad, and I’m healing faster
my dreams are shattered but my life is ahead of itself
I’m living in a dead man’s body
my visions been clogging up for some time now
can I escape reality before my time is up
who did I die for?
who did I lose for?
how can I imagine this in another man’s innocence
my face is bloated from the trauma
my scars ain’t healing in his honor
I must shed my skin, while you hold me closer to a different life
visions cross my mind, I think of you all the time
I must find the truth so I could honor you
life is haunting, your presence is not
we live in a world of hate and have a savior of grace
I must find a way
Poetry by Camden