Julia Wildman  

1993 -   
Young. Golden years. I'll just do what I want and live how I live. I love too hard and rise up too easily.

Poems

Sep 15, 2011

On that bed
With your blue sheets
Your one small pillow
Your thick cover

We first kissed
It was new
It was passionate
It was indescribable, really.

We would nap
Always the same
Windows open for breezes
Bodies embraced for warmth

On that bed
A bond was shared
One I thought couldn't be broken

On that bed
Marriage was proposed
No hesitation; yes.

We promised our lives to each other
On that bed

On that very same bed
You betrayed me
In every sense of the simple word

On that bed where we had everything
In one swift move
It was taken from me, from us.

Where I felt most safe, most loved.
I'm now ashamed and broken
On our bed.

Cheaters never prosper.
Sep 13, 2011

I tried.
I really tried for you.

I tried with all my might
all my heart
all my knowledge
all my everything
just for you.

You let me try
I let you in

I realized with all my might
all my heart
all my knowledge
all my everything
at your expense.

I just can't love you
Like you love me.

I wished with all my might
prayed with all my heart
hoped with all my everything
that I would fall in love with you.

I tried for you.
But I just can't.

For Taylor :/
 
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