The Poem About Nothing
What's worse a broken heart or broken pride?
for so long I've kept these emotions inside
If crying makes me less of a man, I'm less of a man, because I just cried
I won't explain why because my emotions don't need to be justified
Only myself and this glass of brandy need to know what I cried for
I've walked through the storm alone, what would I hide for?
I learn by trial and error
Stay true to myself because you can't style the mirror
Walking this journey with a damaged heart and a broken soul
a tortured artist but I write with the accuracy of Ronaldo when he's in front of goal
Even with the world weighing me down, I find a way to hold up
She'd rather listen to Drake and Migos, I prefer Nas and Bone Thugs
That has nothing to do with any of the pain I'm bearing
I thought I loved her, until I realised I didn't know what colour her eyes are, but on the first night I knew what colour underwear she was wearing
Looking back, maybe a one night stand instead of relationship would have served us better
maybe Cupid got his aim wrong, or maybe our feelings weren't worth the forever
When I lost it all, I didn't realise it would help me to gain more
If you don't like me as I am, I still don't know what I should change for
I'm not into pointing fingers or going on a who's to blame tour
Even if we're on the same battlefield, we're not fighting the same war
Did I like her because the sex was great or because of the way she made me feel?
What if it was both and I got the greatest deal?
The self harming teenager is now a man who no longer uses the blade to heal
Now a pen is my weapon of choice and I use this page to kill
The tortured artist has found comfort again in writing
From a scared child to a grown man who is no longer scared of the pain he's fighting
To me this is a poem about something
But to many this will be the poem about nothing
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