Poetry

It seems as if my past is here to stay, 
I suffer every day, 
But it seems there’s no other way, 
 
I thought since it was done my past was gone, 
I did wrong, 
And now I know it’s still standing so strong, 
 
You still phase it, with emphasis so gold, 
It was old, 
But your actions say differently than what you are told, 
 
My past is beating me with no future at the end, 
I’m starting to bend, 
All I needed was you, my best friend, 
 
It turns out that is was all a lie, 
Why do I try? 
Even when we’re unable to compromise, 
 
I should’ve seen it by the look in your eyes, 
That my past still cries, 
The vengeance in all the honesty and lies, 
 
Because of it, I suffer so greatly, 
You act as if you hate me, 
And day by day I hold on with a maybe, 
 
Maybe you have forgiven, to start new, 
But it’s never true, 
Now I’m lost, there’s nothing I can do, 
 
So what is it I have left? 
This last breath, 
And I’m taking it until my death.