Cami - Hello Poetry

Cami Jun 2013

I fell in love with
Your messy hair,
Your tired eyes,
Your lazy clothes,
And your sleepy voice you have
Because you didn't sleep much the night before

I fell in love with
Your blank face,
Your bad posture,
Your fidgeting hands,
And your small frown you wear
When you think no one is watching

I fell in love with
Your wide grin,
Your loud laugh,
Your wrinkled up nose,
And your crinkly eyes
When you forget about your worries and let go

I fell in love with
The little things about you
That you would never realize
Have me over the moon
In love with you

c.m.

Cami May 2013

Still Care

Every day
I tell myself
That I no longer
Care about the way
You stare at her

I say
It does not matter
Because I do not care
About you
Or about the fact
You want her
The way
I want you

I have convinced myself
I do not care
About your gorgeous smile,
Or your kind eyes,
The little dimples by your mouth,
Or your lovely laugh.

However
That is not true
For I am only
Decieving myself
Into believing
Those things

Because in fact
I do
Still care
About you,
And your twinkling eyes,
And your mesmerizing laugh,
And your captivating smile.

And yes,
I do
Still care
About the way
You look at her
Because I know
That she
Is everything
I cannot be

Cami May 2013

Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror, standing big and tall.
Tell me, am I cute enough to be a doll?
With my hair up high in a ponytail of sorts,
My smile lopsided,
My teeth crooked from a recent fall.
Mirror, am I cute enough to be a doll?

Mirror Mirror, standing big and tall.
Tell me, am I pretty enough to end grade six?
My hair is straightened and my teeth have braces,
There's gloss on my lips and a hand on my hip.
Mirror, am I pretty enough to end grade six?

Mirror Mirror, standing big and tall.
Tell me, am I gorgeous enough to become a teen?
There's makeup covering my face and a smile takes it's place,
And now I can hide my feelings with one fake look.
Mirror, am I gorgeous enough to become a teen?

Mirror Mirror, standing big and tall.
Tell me, am I worth enough to live through it all?
No smile on my face and my bones show a bit,
My knees tremble and my tears fall,
Blood streaked thighs and I no longer stand tall.
Mirror, am I worth enough to live through it all?

Cami May 2013

Silly Me

Silly me
To think
You would ever
Go for a girl
Like me

Silly me
To think
You may actually
Have some kind
Of interest
In me

Silly me
To think
You wouldn't want
That pretty girl
Over there
Who is practically
Calling your name

Silly me
To think
You would want
To be seen
With someone
Who has as many flaws
As I do

Silly me
To suggest
That maybe
T find you
Intriging
In more than one way

Silly me
To fantasize
That you may
Feel about me
The same way
I felt about you

Silly me
Thinking
That I may be worth
Something
To someone

Silly me
To boost
My self confidence
Only to have it plummet
Yet again

Silly me
To allow myself
To fall
Head over heals
For your smile
And laugh
And amazing eyes

Silly me
To let myself
Think about you
So often
Everyday

Silly me
To write about your beauty
And become even more
Infactuated
With the way
You talk to me

Silly me
To even imagine
That I could ever
Be loved
Especially
By a creature
As brilliant
As you

{c.m}

Cami May 2013

Joy

I adore
The way you smile
When you make
A funny little joke
And everyone laughs

I adore
How your eyes
Light up
When you speak
Of something
You care about

I also adore
Your look
Of frustration
When you can't seem
To concentrate
On a math equation
Because you think it is silly
That you need to know
Such nonsense

But most of all
I adore
Your beautiful laugh
Which reminds me
That life
Is not all that bad
I just need to find
The joy

And when I think about
The crinkles by your eyes
And the dimples in your cheeks
And all the lovely things
About you
I have found joy

{c.m.}

Cami May 2013

Regret

I would like to know
What exactly happened
To my life,
Why it is no longer
Filled with joy and happiness

I would like to know
If I did something wrong
That caused my life
To take a wrong turn
And end up
In this sorrowful place

No matter what I do
I cannot seem to get
Anything right
But instead
I create
More problems
For myself

I am full of sweetness
No more
Instead I am full
Of bitterness
And regret

But the thing of which
I regret
Is allowing myself
To continue breathing

{c.m.}

Cami May 2013

I Hate Life

I say
With such casualty
Every day
That I hate life

That is true,
But there is a deeper meaning
I do not
Hate breathing,
Or hate living to grow old

I hate
All the pain
That life brings
Upon me
And the fact
That I cannot control
That pain

But instead
I trust
A piece of metal
To help me
Control it

{c.m}