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Jun 2019
It ****** me off you won't talk to me
Like I'm the worst person you've ever met

Out of everyone who doesn't acknowledge me
Your neglect cuts the deepest

I thought we cherished the same memories
Memories it seems you've already forgotten

You must be incredibly lucky to have a mind so protective,
Or maybe you're simply cruel and I never noticed

You treated me like none other
The love you gifted me healed a few bitter scars from my skin

Now the new cuts I have look so familiar,
But they're not the same

The pain I wince at is signed with your name
Another frame to hang in the notorious hall of fame

Every so often I pass by to reminisce
Since old love can be humorous at times, in a way

But your image disappoints me
As if the trust we built was made of wet sand, in your eyes

Your eyes, the ones I fell deeply entranced in,
The same ones you deemed ordinary, I proposed as incomparable

But now they don't even see me,
Paired with ears that refuse to hear my cries

So I whisper to myself
Words I wished I could tell you

Maybe one day you'll listen
And on that day I hope I'll be willing to talk

Goodnight, Natalie
I'll miss you
It's been awhile, but I'm sad
Written by
Carlos Torres
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   Bogdan Dragos
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