you make decisions without a second thought
you break promises without any remorse
took all of what I had to offer
you took it all, you came back, and i still give

I love(d) you with all of my heart
I've been used
you're unsure of your feelings but I'm still here
You have no one to comfort you, no one you feel that cares

So you come back

You came back, but for what?
To hurt me again, to make sure of your feelings?  
You always change your mind.

I refuse to settle for someone that doesn't see my worth
if you can't respect me anymore, if all you have to do is hurt the only person that cares then goodbye.

*make up your mind

Stumbled in
mind & soul
I had no idea
that night would
would lead
to shattered scene**

#micropoetry

A way of life (you say you you are not a poet)


A way of life.

A not uncommon phrase.

But still, an *uncommon concept.

What is our *'way' of life?

What is my way of life?

Beyond the supposed-to-do,
Which is a way, pre-charted for you
By others, how does one live
Above and beyond, the day to day?

You say you are not a poet.
I say way.
I say you have chosen a life,
Where words are jewels, choices,
Public choices, to be very praised,
Kicked or worse,
Ignored.

That is a choice. Test is:
I have a way,
Of speaking in my voice,
Saying what I need to say.

I have chosen the way of a poet,
For better or worse.

Don't tell me you are not a poet!
You are out there, to be read.
Courage is not lacking.

You have a way of life.
It is distinguished,
It is dangerous.
Only the brave
Dare come this way.
Craft can be learned,
Courage, never.

goodnight, goodbye
i'm leaving, i have already
i get stuck sometimes.. in my thoughts of you
i get lost again, and i cry and cry
it gets better- i stop

i know that the past has passed and there's nothing i can do
i miss you, i really do.
but
so many other people are out there
other boys can strike a chord in me
today i held another boys hand and felt him start to sweat
(wow. i can still make boys nervous?)
his hands were soft; opposite yours
all i knew of him was his name and his face
but i thought of the what ifs...
what if???

longing, i long for your affection but i shouldn't
you are not for me, you gave up
i'm not going to settle for a man that gives up and doesn't think i'm worth it
i'm moving forward and i'm dealing with my feelings

(you called me just now.... what a coincidence
then you hung up after 5 seconds, okay)

i hope one day you look back and regret it
but for now i repeat these three things in my head for when i start to miss you:
1. he gave up on me, it's not worth it
2. there's millions of other potatoes out there
3. it can only get better from here
i still wish it was you though

heavy eyes, with a heavier heart
i'll find someone to share my love with eventually
someone that wont throw away all my efforts
someone that wont leave me stranded downtown
someone that will love me for all my faults
someone i can talk to
i'm going to find you
who knows when
we'll find each other