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I walked in upset
Frustrated at life
and all these children sat

each in their own cliques
each their own life
and I saw one, who reminded me
of me

not really belonging
Not sure what to do
but just wanted to be accepted

It was nice to watch them open up
Hear them laugh
Watch them smile a true smile

Life has a funny way
of being back
those memories you believe to be forgotten
The wind blew through the leaves
Insects buzzed around
The warm sun on my face

Oh, to have this peace of my own
one day
maybe
one day
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?
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