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Feb 2010
Each day I have a reason to celebrate.
Each moment that I sit
basking in the cacophony of my minds
constant obsession is a reason to be happy.
I didn’t know I could think or feel anymore.

Not till the day you

Well not till that night.

I told you simply before
that I would respect you.
If only because you have to give
to receive I know that.

Slowly I learned
it is only what you expected
and never really cared for.

I didn’t seem to be cared for.

Not how I wanted
usually not like I ever really needed.

The old song says
I fought the law and the law won.
I fought myself and days
days get darker all the time.  

Not darker like it was
there is a new dawn in my life
there will be more sunshine,
the clouds seem to have past
but the void between me and the sky is so ominous.

It’s amazing what you feel
when you are allowing yourself to.
I must have been insane
to think of pleasing only one person
mostly because that person wasn’t me.

No fingers pointing
I know you gave it a go.

You made all the marching orders
that seemed right at the time.

Blame cannot be assigned
unless you count
change
the one true,
inevitable force in the world.

Change is going to mean many things in is this wonderful little play.  

You won’t change for anyone

and I am tired

Tired of changing for you.
Written by
Benjamin Valenzuela
584
   Michelle Jordan
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