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Sep 2011
It seems numerous. Immeasurable in nature
I want so many things
I want to be able to sing
I want a fling.
But right now....
I want to feel a sting.
The painful bitter sting of tears
Cutting through my eyes
Like watching a love one die.
I want those hell hot tears that scorch my skin
I want those tears that feel like broken glass
Cause they are more to me,
What you see as water, I see as blood
The blood that flows from my eyes, like that of bullet wounds.
For that's the pain that my actions have caused.
I want to let them loose like a dam on the Victoria falls
To break, just for a moment,
and let this torrent of emotion to splash against the earth
I want to tear the skin from this facade I present
To take away the superficial glamor that I use to dazzle friends
I want to show the confused mess that I am.
I want to show what I am adamant on hiding.
I want to show that I am just another *******
modeled after what is great in this world
If anything, I want to dwell in my own self pity, at least for a moment.
But above this, I want to you to see,
That your words and feelings affect me woefully
and that ultimately
My one and only want...
Is for you to not hate me.
Written by
Colin Roberts
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