I would have written you a poem
If only you had let me.

Do you ever just
hate yourself?

You reached for my hand
And held it strong
You made me believe
That we'll be strong
But when the going gets tough
You were the first to let go
Leaving me hanging
In a broken line of holding on

He likes pretty girls
And I don't quite fit




© Leigh Herondale  *June 2015

I want
so bad
to be somebody
to someone.



© Leigh Herondale  *June 2015

She's not just "a girl you know"
or someone you see on the streets.
Above anything, she's a dream
a gift
a miracle
every inch of her is a universe
you'd have trouble trying to define.
Tell her you love her
only if you really do,
if not then leave her alone.
You can try to fool her
but you should know
you're the one to fall down
in the end.



© Leigh Herondale  *June 2015