Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Playing Pretend

by PoeticTales05

As a Child I loved to play pretend; It was my favorite game. As I grew older, I was no different; You could say it was the same. I took the stage for the sound of laughter; I took the stage for praise. I seldom broke my character, Even when backstage. I tried to give them everything they wanted; Always doing the most, going the extra mile. I tried to give them everything they needed; Always with a smile. It was enough to see them happy; To see the hurt just fade away. Even if just for a moment; It was enough to just make their day. But then you walked into my life; And the game I loved had changed. Your smile was the only one that mattered, The only one desired, the only one I craved. The character I knew so well; Seemed so old and overplayed. I tried my best to keep my act up; But my resolve was growing weak. My thoughts of you would not subside; Around you I could hardly speak. But when I could, I was truly happy; The hurt they never saw just faded away. Even if I was with you just for a moment; Your smile could make my day.   I grew to care for you immensely; I thought I hid it well. I played it cool intently; It got harder as I fell. I looked so different around you; My cheeks took on a rosy hue. I took on a different role around you; I was a fresh-faced ingénue. Last year you sat beside me; You asked if someone had my heart. This moment called for honesty; But I panicked, and well, Some old habits just die hard. I looked ahead, not looking you in the eye; I did what I did best I played pretend, And I told the greatest lie. Why I did this? I don’t l know. Maybe I loved the drama; Drama always made for a better show. I often think about that night; And how I went from cool to cold. My heart breaks and tears fall as I write; I only have myself to scold. I took a final bow that night; I prematurely said “The End.” I should have put up a tougher fight; But I showed cowardice instead. It's like I'm little girl again, Now with a broken heart to mend; Because when I think of you, what could have been, I can only play pretend.
Request permission to use this poem
Written by
PoeticTales05
22 / F / Los Angeles
For You?
Written by
PoeticTales05
22 / F / Los Angeles
Published
Jan 31, 2018
Time
4m
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell PoeticTales05 how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write