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Mar 2012
My heart aches.
I do not  have the words.
The answers just aren't in my mind.
My blood boils with you around.
I wish it weren't true.
Because part of me still loves you.
We could be friends.
But there are some things that need to be said.
Truths need to be taken out
Laid out for us to examine.
We have to solve it or it will just get worse.
This puzzle has missing pieces.
I do not want to leave with all this anger
Since I am so very good at being mad.
I want to leave with the friend I once had.
The one who got me.
The one who let me cry.
The one who helped build me up.
Not the one who makes me cry,
Tears me apart,
And has no clue.
I want you back.
Because no matter the anger and hurt in my heart
You are still my tennis buddy,
My graceful soul,
My friend.
Jill Anderson
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Jill Anderson
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