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Just like any bad breakup Except it never really was. A dream I held on to until You became the one I lost. My skin tingled and my Stomach got cold. My nose Started to burn like I was Coming down with the flu. You told me you'd set a date With the girl you'd loved since You were thirteen. I remember those days and They way your voice broke. I remember the boy you were; I want him and the man you've become. My chest is burning with Happiness because your Cup is full. Except, I also Feel like I'm suffocating. I feel like fury, I could be Medea. A creature of Power till the hero broke Her heart. I could burn in hell Or Apollo's embrace. Be eaten by dragons If I could just get away! It's all going to change And I don't want to grow old. I feel the clock ticking and I want it all to stop and go back. I want it to go back to when We were children, full of Angst and pure passion To a time when I still had a chance. All I see now, is time racing Ahead before I have a chance To reach my goals. I feel forgotten Though I know you still care. I couldn't wish her pain, the Child you love, but I do wish That I could erase every trace Of her in this world. So while I burn inside, Plummeting deeper, I wish I could resolve And ease the pain I'm in. I don't want to feel numb. I want to rejoice with you. I just want us to be something That never was.
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Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 3:00 PM UTC
Something that was
Just like any bad breakup Except it never really was. A dream I held on to until You became the one I lost. My skin tingled and my Stomach got cold. My nose Started to burn like I was Coming down with the flu. You told me you'd set a date With the girl you'd loved since You were thirteen. I remember those days and They way your voice broke. I remember the boy you were; I want him and the man you've become. My chest is burning with Happiness because your Cup is full. Except, I also Feel like I'm suffocating. I feel like fury, I could be Medea. A creature of Power till the hero broke Her heart. I could burn in hell Or Apollo's embrace. Be eaten by dragons If I could just get away! It's all going to change And I don't want to grow old. I feel the clock ticking and I want it all to stop and go back. I want it to go back to when We were children, full of Angst and pure passion To a time when I still had a chance. All I see now, is time racing Ahead before I have a chance To reach my goals. I feel forgotten Though I know you still care. I couldn't wish her pain, the Child you love, but I do wish That I could erase every trace Of her in this world. So while I burn inside, Plummeting deeper, I wish I could resolve And ease the pain I'm in. I don't want to feel numb. I want to rejoice with you. I just want us to be something That never was.
cinnam-muscat
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Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 3:00 PM UTC
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