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Jesska Jun 2014
You hid yourself from me
Details were unknown...
Except the obvious details
everyone knows
your job
where you live
what you listen to

I was supposed to be the one
you wanted to share with.

You tricked me into believing that
you wanted me involved in your life.

I hear others talk about you
and I feel like
I NEVER knew you.

The person I knew was gentle
he was patient
understanding
sensitive
and genuinely cared,
shy and reserved
and the right amount of fun

I hear the things you have to say
They don't sound like you at all.
So I fight.

Angry words you will never hear from me
Just from those who listened

It fits. You were too busy to talk
face
to
face

I can no longer be in love
with someone who isn't real

You showed me something other than yourself
A ghost is who I fell in love with.

I can no longer tend to a broken heart
caused by fake realities
I can no longer cry
for those who never existed

I can cry for the pain of trickery,
for being so blind
but not for a ghost.
Not anymore.
(written 2012) I wrote this after a breakup like most sappy poets do. At the time I was in a battle between what my heart felt and what my mind thought. Everything was roses and sunshine until the breakup ( like most) This was my way of dealing with all of the confused pain.
Jesska Jun 2014
The rain is awkward today
it falls straight, in a logical matter
There is no wind to speak of
It feels like the liquid that pours from my eyes
Straight forward
Pained by the standards of others
They do not accept my kind
There is no intersection of understanding
No wind...
It seems to pour as I begin to think
and only stops when I find resolve
It's raining today. (written day of post)
Jesska Jun 2014
She didn't know the love he had
She didn't know all the beautiful things he did just for her smile
He worked in a cloak in the dead of night,
Planning a life for the 2 of them
Plans for two mean nothing, when only one knows
How could he say nothing and do so much?
So she is BROKEN and confused while thinking their love was onesided
Her friends knew how he felt.
He talked to them
But no words were given to the one who needed them the most.
Lonely is the heart who loves the emotionally timid
Just talk to me
Tell me the things you can share so easily with everyone else
Just say it
Or else I'll never know.
My way of saying that nothing is too small or insignificant  when dealing with the matters of the heart. ALWAYS tell the other how you feel <3

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