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Jared Oct 2014
I met a girl who I believed to be
Beautiful, trustworthy, and compatible with me
We took long walks, poured out our hearts
Every step was a step closer, until we were barely apart
I'd pull her toward me
and ensnare her in a long embrace
On sight of her a smile would shine upon my face
From the time I made her mine
we laughed and toyed with love
We held each other, and I felt happiness undreamed of
I treated her the way I should
like a princess, faithful, kind, and caring, like a prince would
I thought this happiness could last
That for nothing more, could I ask
But hindsight and wary eyes alike are tightly shut until,
the moments' passed, and your ignorant heart's been killed
She spent our nights apart with other men
She abandoned our relationship in secret, time and time again
I did not know she was unfaithful
I didn't know she was so cruel
I gave her all she'd ever wanted
But for her, respect had no appeal
Her true desires were for men dishonest
the kind much like herself, who broke a promise
I did not know what she was hiding below
Until she gave me mono.
For the next month of my life
I knew nothing but strife
My bed was my unsought-after companion
Holding me through fevers and sweat
Pain and hopelessness
While I sat alone, hoping to recover
The girl who got me there
Found a way to disappear
She bypassed most of the symptoms
And knowingly made me her victim.
Jared Jul 2014
Why do it today, when I can do it tomorrow?
I’ll just let my responsibilities grow until they rival Kilimanjaro

I’m young and I’m free
Life looms before me
Vaster than any sea
I have all the time in the world to become the person I want to be

So with that attitude in mind
I put off the daily grind
The more I do this the more I’m confined
Eventually I’ll fall much too far behind

The trouble is, they say, you think you have time
So you let it fly by, and put off finding something sublime
While this goes on it seems all well and fine
Until at the end
You’re the victim of your own terrible crime
Jared Apr 2014
Day to day
There is no change
The problems, they stay the same

I’m disappointed
With the way things are
No one seems to know my name

The social cliques
People’s ***** tricks
Why does everything have to be a game?

As I walk the halls
I pray that someone calls
Hey
Hi
What’s up?
How’s it going?
Even just a smile
To save me from this




                                                        ­ Isolation




But as groups walk by
Not even a passing glance
Will someone just give me a chance?

I want to break free
From these chains on me
So then why God
Do I continue to give others the key?

— The End —