a first

hehe i'm gonna try writing a poem? mmm. there's always a first to everything.

IT BLED
last night as i lay on my bed,
thoughts of the past rushed through my head.
if love is such a wonderful thing to remember,
then why does it hurt so much, my heart dismembers?
a word you said, a phrase you uttered,
has left my heart in serious clutter.
every little thing you do,
seems to mean so much more to me than you.
every time i saw a sign,
it turned out i was blind.
for so long in denial i had lived,
that in turn with the passing of time i believed.
and now i realised how much love is idealised,
just like a rose many forget the thorns that materialised.
thus last night as i lay upon my bed,
my fragile and misunderstood heart bled.

mmm writing poems is quite refreshing.