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This started as a poem about hurt
This started as a poem about pain
This started as a poem about love
This started as a poem about heartache

Instead it is about passion
Instead it is about drive
Instead it is about hard work
Instead it is about fighting

Simple really
push me down
I get up
broken and bruised I get up

My story has torn pages
burnt ends
missing text
but it still burns for good

Was I just a book to sit on the shelf
or am I the one to be reread over and over again
because it sparks passion and drive
to get something done
So sweet with words
So trusting with actions
So easy to love

Oh little devil
You became everything I wanted
you became my home

I trusted you
I laid with you
I gave you everything I had

Oh little devil
why did you hurt me?
why did you stab me in the back
and shout in my face

Oh little devil
why did you scream hate to me
when the night before was full of passion?

Oh little devil
have I lost you for good
will you only be a memory once more
have I really messed up so bad once more?

Oh little devil
if you leave
please take me with you
I Should be mad
I should scream
I should run and never look back
I should cry and have tears run down my face
I should

but I don't
just sit here numb
unsure what to feel now
  Oct 2022 Writing of the Unknown
Ms L
You
You loved her vividness.
She loved your darkness.
You admired her strength.
She embraced your weakness.
You wiped her tears of happiness.
She mourned your tears of sadness.
And when you saw her flaws,
You suddenly changed.
Dismissing the fact that she first loved your imperfections
Above all your lovable complexions.
So simple in definition
and taught that everyone's mater
but then why are mine ignored?

Did I do something wrong?
Did I misbehave?
Did I not walk the tightrope correctly?

Pushed aside by my own blood
Pushed to the ground by a friend
Pushed to stay by a lover

Everyone's feelings matter
but then why do you overlook
mine?
When my heart breaks
yours is whole

When your upset
I am the one you blow at

Everyone sees you good side
I see a monster at home

So does it mater
how I feel???
The sleepless nights
the silent screams
The chaos in my mind

To me it's normal
To you it's devastating
and you try to relate

But you don't know
how it feels to hate myself
despite being successful

You don't know
that I cover my scars with long sleeves
and a warm smile

you don't know
that I lost interest in activities I enjoyed
because I didn't want to explain the scars or cuts

you don't know
how everyday I love myself
only to find every wrong at night

you don't know
what prision I constructed
so please

don't tell me you understand
or that it will be ok
because right now it wont
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