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Jan 2013
You pulled the door open
To my new car
Like it was so easy
To enter my life again.

As you sat, you stared
Deep in thought
I stared back with wonder,
And a sincere smile painted on my face.

"How do you do this?" He lets out,
As simple as a sigh.
I just stare
As words escape me.

"You should be ****** up, you know?
The hell I've put you through.
But you're not. Now I understand what I did.
I need your help."

I'm sure that my forehead wrinkled
Because I was in thought,
Maybe my nose scrunched up too
That's what you say happens when I think too hard.

First, you will never understand
The hell you put me through.
Three years of a one-sided love
Is much more than a three month fling
With a girl who cheated and left

But I think and say,
"I found out that life was more important
Than the pain you feel today,
Because one day, the pain
Will be that of yesterday."

Then I laughed.
Not because of the way your face looked when you process what I said,
Not because of the happiness I felt that you were there, even though I couldn't explain it.
But that you thought I was happy
When in reality,

I just became really good at faking smiles.
Brooklyn
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   August and Nicole
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