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ChaseE Mar 2018
Simplicity is key they say
A key to a door hidden away?
What does this door lead to?
What if I like it the “hard” way?
What if it makes more sense to me,
And it just flows like a calm sea?

People always tell me to stop and do it their way
But they are just helping, their way is easy to say
But maybe their way is the “hard” one you see
If mine is easy what does that make theirs to me?

I just say let people do it their way
Maybe lend them a pointer or two
But never discredit someone because they don’t think like you do
Instead sit there and maybe think it through

The “hard” way can be good and give you more knowledge
Trust me it all won’t fall like new fall foliage
True to most, the hard will take longer
But perhaps next time yours will be “harder”
ChaseE Mar 2018
My heart stops when I see him
Not the stop that expresses love
The stop that makes you want to run
A stop that makes you hide inside
Maybe at one point the stop was love
But now my stop is purely hatred and fust
He grins but I look no longer at him
No longer at those eyes that once held me in
But now at the floor where I stare in disgust
Disgust made by his big broken parts
His heart so broken it turned mine to dust
His was broken not by his own means
A family that beat and yelled continuously
All held together by his broken heart strings
Making their baby cry like a great stream
But for some reason their baby did the same to me
I tried and I tried to hold it together
But my heart wasn’t use to getting tethered
You see my strings didn’t make strong seams
I watched as my heart finally shattered
And stop for the first time altogether

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