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I don't really miss you
And the times that I kissed you
Or how good it felt to have you in my arms

If you don't believe me
You can come over and see me
I don't see how that could do any harm

Would you mind wearing that red dress
The one that I like best
Give me a call, I'm here all the time

I could make dinner if you like
And we could discuss it all night
Then you will clearly see that I'm not lying

When I say I don't miss you
And the times that I kissed you
Or how good it felt to have you in my arms

And if you still don't believe me
I'll let you kiss me then you'll see
After all what could be the harm
 May 2015 Ash McCartney
Thomas EG
Head down
Speak up
"No," I say aloud
For the first time in my life

stutter stutter stutter

I am worth more than what my emotions
Allow me to display

I swallow my nerves
Swallow the lump in my throat
"No," I repeat, louder now

Walk all over me, no more
Strive to please you, no more

I gather my thoughts
Gather my courage
And speak what my heart has to say

Ignore my mouth's confusion
My tongue is not passionate about talking
Until there is someone willing to listen

listen listen listen

I've had enough
So just stop

It's up to me
To shut you down
It's up to me
To open up

So just stop...
And listen.
I notice a recurring theme in my writing lately... Anyway, I got inspired on the Dart and this poem came to be!

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