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May 2016
I hate the way he so easily strings me along.
I hate it even more that I let him.
But, when I'm with him I feel like I belong.
The thing is, I'm not the only girl he does this to.
He makes everyone feel special...That's the way he is.
I assume that all the others feel the same as I do.
The difference is that they eventually give up.
I do too but, I always come back to him.
I always will.
Of course he knows this.
That's why he never gives up.
He gives me enough attention so that I will stay.
I'm so used to it by now.
I've learned to keep my emotions at bay.
He doesn't care about me.
I am nothing to him.
But, how could I not come back when he draws such pretty flowers on my math homework?

I always come back to him.
I always will.
This is actually one of the worst poems I've ever written and it was also the first poem I had ever written. I'm keeping it on my page though because it reminds me of how far I have come with my writing skills.
Kelsey Lauren
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Kelsey Lauren  Ohio
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