Alisha: Favorites

Nov 2012 Alisha

R A Sanders

Dear Darling,
Where ever you might be,
I want to make things right,
I just don’t know how too,
I feel this is for the best,
But the thought of leaving is cutting me wide open,
When I told you I love you I meant it,
I’m trying to save you from the pain,
Because I’m no good for you,
I’m not even good for myself,
I’m one foot in the grave, the other foot's out the door,
I don’t have the power anymore,
I can’t do this to you,
I love you to much,
This is your rescue letter,
Don’t wonder where I am,
Where you are I’ll be,
In the whispers of the wind,
Through the shaking of trees,
When you look up at the stars,
I’m always where you are,
I love you to much to hurt you,
So please don’t wonder where I am,
I’m always right where you stand,
Don't hurt.

Nov 2012 Alisha

Goodnight and goodbye

Nov 2012 Alisha

Cece

Goodnight and goodbye

I sat here
and I cried.

For hours
trying to comprehend
that I won't kiss you again

or lay my head on your chest
while cuddling in my bed

because you still chose her.
I've always known you would.

I cried
when you promised me
that I'll find someone better.
Someone that will make me happier.

because you are the best person
that I will ever know.

I cried
as I realized
that I may never feel
for another person
the way I do about you

because what we had
was real.

I cried
when you told me that
all you ever wanted to do
was to make me happy

And you were sorry
for making it come true

because you knew in the end
that this would fall through.

I cried
when we said
our last
'goodnight'

because I could tell
that it was the end.

I will never forget about you.

Nov 2012 Alisha

Hopeless romance

Nov 2012 Alisha

Lover of Words

Hopeless romance

I am not in love,
Well at least I don't think I am,
I mean what is love exactly?
Is it like some crazy obsession with some special person,
Does that person have to be even special?
Like I'm not in love,
Or at least I am pretty sure I'm not,
I would know, I least I hope,
Isn't love, like crazy,
Like indescribable, unattainable, a mystery in itself that cannot be written down and understood in just one poem,
So I guess I'm not in love…
I want to be though,
Although maybe I am because my mind sorta drifts back to you every now and then,
You and your vast mix of imperfections,
Like how you complain constantly,
And how you never know what you want,
And how you insult me every chance you get.
You aren't afraid to be mean, and call me out for my flaws,
Like you don't worship me like other boys do,
I mean, if anything we are friends, but perhaps I like you more...
Weird how it just is ok when we are around and we can talk to each other, openly, with out any censoring whatsoever…
I know more about you then I ever wanted to know,
You remembered my birthday,
And knew when I wanted to be kissed,
Are we just too stubborn to be each others?
Or has fate just not yet allowed us yet,
But I don't know, I just feel normal around you,
Like ok, and If I had a life with you to feel that way,
I be happy, forever
And no perfect boy could ever recreate that mood within me like the way that you do

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