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Jan 2020
27.

A club for the rich and famous
To sell their soul for an early exit
A party for one at an exclusive restaurant
Enough glasses on the table for four.
Appetizers
Dessert
A nice dress.
Oh yes,
Only the best

I'm different now.
I don't remember when I was that proud.
All that money I'd throw around,
All for the hopes of a friend.
It felt so good back then.

Now I stand with empty pockets,
No messages
No invites.
Gave it all up for love that disappeared at midnight.
You didnt come looking when I lost my slipper.
You went back to the party and got lost in the mirrors.
I wandered back to the life of labor
There was no fairy tale, there was no savior.

Love stories
Big dreams
Thought I was destined for greatness
I'm not special
Not unique
And it's time I should face this

It's okay to be normal
To be alone
To be boring

I am not a dream girl
I am real
I am flawed

Everyone is left
Lied to
Dropped

I am not special for being hurt
Being angry
Being bitter

Yes of course, I know I deserved better.
But so did he
So did you
Oh didnt we all

I've hurt before too
Made others feel small

There will always be a woman more beautiful
More free
A butterfly that hunters cant help but seek

Your journey is not mine
I will let it all go

Though I have nothing to my name
but my skin and my bones

I now carry a peace I have never known

I do not exist to exist to others

I simply exist
Because for some reason I do
I am nothing special.
I have nothing to prove.
Written by
Jessica Schwartz  27/F/Oklahoma
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