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If I can go back to change things I honestly would take that chance in a heart beat
As he reminds me of everything I did wrong
breaks me little by little
slowly and painfully
the words slicing my heart like a knife
I already have enough scars as it is
I don't need to be reminded
I already know
I can't help it
I wish I wasn't like this but this is who I am
I am DIFFICULT

you know who he reminds me of....
he reminds me of my ex
he use to point of everything I did wrong

and you know what they both remind me of

they remind me of how difficult relationships can really be
and that I can deserve someone better
Give me your all
put your past in my hands
and watch me heal it
and make you look forward
for your future
you don't need to worry anymore
I will set you free
I will turn your cocoon into a butterfly
don't be afraid to show me
who you really are
give me your all
your heart
love
past
present
give me your future
and I'll give my all right back
I promise
but it won't come all together
because of everything bad
that has happened to me
so be prepared
to have my all in
pieces
What should I call this poem?
Will I ever get better ?
Be honest
Can you actually heal someone as broken as me ?
Are you saying all these lies
So I have something to hold onto
when in reality I'm just holding onto nothing
Or is it so you can say you helped me
when people start asking questions
on why I committed suicide
But please be honest with me
will I ever be ok?
The way you looked at me said it all
Don't be surprised
When you see me in my coffin
You already knew I was suffering

Hell came to earth
Now it's time for me to go to heaven
Just because I am breathing
Doesn't mean I am alive
You knew I had something
bottled up inside
The only thing you didn't know
was what was going on
in my mind
You didn't help me
You went to go hide
Now I have to pull the plug
of what was keeping me alive
So don't be surprise
When I die

So be ready

Prepare what you want to say to me
at my funeral
Go to the store
and buy me some flowers
My favorite are tulips
Prepare to put these beautiful flowers
on my coffin
So it can look a little more alive
She was in love with poetry
He didn't know why
he seen it as just words on a page
and sentences that rhyme

But it was more then just sentences
They told her story
In the dark, these words were her light
and had so much glory

He was the type of guy
that didn't know how to express his feelings
That's why he didn't understand
But the way she had a passion
for every word she read
he found that very appealing

One day she sat him down
to read with her
As she read
He finally started to know
That it wasn't just words
The meanings started to show

Now he understood why she was in love with poetry
The words can relate to her
He's glad he understands and finally see
Before, everything was such a blur

But now its not, for some reason
He started to love poetry too
Not because of the meanings and what they were
But because he didn't know
how to express his feelings
and what he was reading explained everything
he wanted to say to her
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