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Jan 2018
When it started, it started with a mop headed boy who whispered sweet love songs and told me he'd never walk away
After five years of falling at his feet
And pulling and pushing at his heart to love me too
He told me I was overbearing and walked away


Then it started again with a boy with glass frames and his acoustic best friend that documented his pain
He said he knew pain better than anyone
He was more broken then me
He ended up using me to try and heal his pain
As if my body was a book you could check out and return
He sung like a God but was the devil in disguise
He told me this was all my fault and walked away



When it started again it was winter time
He said I sounded sweet and my heart was a beautiful piece of poetry
But he stepped on my heart early on in the beginning
Waltzing back to an old lover he saw life with
He told me I wasn't the one and walked away



It started again in Summer
This boy was calm and sad
But told me I was a sunflower
despite all my storms
That lit up his gloomy world
He showed me his bruises
On his heart
He told me he wanted love, just not with me
He told me he wanted a family, just not with me
and walked away


When it happened again it was winter once more
Before he met me
He might've been dead
That's what he said
So I thought I saved him from himself
But even mountain tops couldn't make him feel alive
Neither could I
He said he was too sad to give me love back and then walked away


When it happened again it was Spring
He worked too much and hated distance
He had an addiction to driving down roads
It gave him adrenaline
Gave him a rush under his skin
Something I could never do
I gave him my innocence
Then he told he couldn't bare to love me with a workload
and then walked away



There's a boy with an Elvis comb over
He tells me I'm pretty and compares me to air
Says wearing your heart on your sleeve is for fools
He says that's how you get hurt
But if that's true, then I'm damaged goods I suppose
He looks like his mother and smells like vanilla
His dreams are so big and bold
But his mind was his greatest enemy
It convinced him loving me wasn't worth the risk
He told me he needs time alone
and then walks away

(v.m)
vanessa
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vanessa  23/F/California
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