don't write this

[Broken hope]

I'm choking down the embers once again.
I made my choice, lost every single friend.

Tried to find love where i know it's not.
I'll Look again and check the knot.

"Every bottle left empty,
That's where i found my cure.

I'm sorry for what i've done this year.
I guess i did it all out of my own fear.

Maybe i asked too much, to ask you to...[love me]
But all i asked was for you to... [stay with me]"

make your final choice tonight.
To give in or one last fight.

We both know your choice was to,
Walk away and say we're through.

This note shouldn't be written.
This letter shouldn't be here tonight.

The fire from this smoke.
It's burning the rope.

Is this what i want now, is it, is it, is it?
I guess we'll know after this hit.

so i know the format sucks but it's fine. i like what it means to me

[alostandbrokensoul]

Actually i liked the format and the poem was sad yet wonderful in my odd twisted morbid kind of way... keep it up.