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Apr 2011
I don't know if I like showing up in your poetry
It's beautifully carved words echoing my actions
My name demeaned by "you"
Reading lines of how your worried
Laced within meaning to harsh and scared
It stops me from breathing in

Its not that I don't approve
Hell, I'm glad she makes you smile
I'm just going through more then I have in awhile
The anvil on my chest is making it hard for me to talk
And easy for me to sleep my life away
When I escape to dreams it's weight can't hurt me

That's where I was last night
My eyes closed and dozing soundly
Not ignoring your texts or cursing your name
Don't try and assign yourself the blame
For thoughts that don't exist

You're used to people running
Like this time of year they usually do
But if you would only turn around
I'm here, standing right behind you

I can't stand beside you and hold your hand
For reasons you'll never understand
But i'm here and i'm not leaving

Don't write me off so easy
Stephanie Carlson
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