Saturday, February 26, 2011

Heartache.

I write poems once in a blue moon. Usually when a few impacting things occur in my life. I'm not the best writer, but it's how I deal.



I now understand what heartache feels like.
Every word you said was a slap and strike.
I saw unsureness in you from the very start.
Yet you told me your "Love you's" and "Miss you's" were from the heart.
I knew they were lies by the way you spoke them to me.
You were clear as glass, through you I could see.
You were never ready for me although I asked many a time.
“Do you love me now? Do you want to be mine?”
I did my very best to impress you and make you happy.
It was all insufficient for you, to you I was crappy.
But that's how you made me feel.
I was insignificant and worthless; you treated me like no big deal.
What hurts me the most is not that you gave nothing;
It just kills me to see that you wouldn't even try, not even something.
You gave your life and tears to a game on a computer and tv screen.
But for the one who stood in front of you, you gave nothing for this teen.
Every fight we endured was me saying I love you.
You rejected my words and there was nothing I could do.
I waited one last moment to see if you would return for my love.
That day I prayed every second to my God above.
But you never came back for me because to you I was better left.
You stealing my heart was just a game of robbery and theft.
I wish I could say “You gave up on me”, but you never gave anything at all.
You put YOU in front of everyone and ignored me when I'd fall.
When we were done with, you said "We can still be friends".
You think that you giving me your pity is how it all ends!?
What makes you think I need your friendship?
Get those ideas out of your head and get a fresh grip.
So go and leave me. I really don't mind.
I was simply giving you this last goodbye.
I was making sure you acknowledged the time you made me waste.
Letting you know all these things I had been faced.
I might have been known to you as a simple and harmless girl,
but this poem was to make you see that I'm a priceless pearl.
And I’m sorry but you'll never find another like me.
So stop your searching, cause’ darling I’m free.

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