Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2010
It was a far-fetched dream to even to begin to imagine that you could be mine.
ignored the limitless amounts of time you said no
and translated it to maybe later...
because I never let anyone get to me the way you did,
and yet, you never wanted it
only desired the ones who you saw in your mind as ideal
should have noticed it then
you gave up our friendship for what you thought was real
can't say I blame you though because I did the same
even though you never wanted me there was a group of people I started to ignore because of you
regret it a lot because even if I didn't want to know they would tell me how to deal with you
and when to let go
but that option was non-existent to me until recently
I made a promise that I always intended to keep and I can still
but I don't understand why now a days you are so out of control
stories and stories bout what you did and with who
and it hurts me to know that's the way people talk about you
that's why I hold on to the past because I know whom you once were
I miss that girl everyday even though I can't have her
I mostly blame myself because maybe if I tried harder things wouldn't have end up this way
but who's to say what would have happened
so I'll put the past to rest as you request
and continue to live on with my life
but does that consist of you?

If it doesn't then maybe tomorrow shouldn't consist of memories of the past
just enjoy the present while we have it lasts
and for once when we say goodbye I'll leave it be
just like the way it was supposed to be

I still want to know why you write about someone you want to forget
while your with someone you called your best
and I know your past still haunts you
but numbing yourself to the point where your mask is literally your face is a dangerous chance to take
dont push away anymore.
what do you have left to lose?
Jimmy Desire
Written by
Jimmy Desire  28/M/Boston, Massachusetts
(28/M/Boston, Massachusetts)   
429
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems