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Oct 2014
My stupidity eats me alive
For all of my sins I have no pride
I've done much worse than the average Joe
Quite a few things, and he'll never know

He asks again and again
And soon I hope there will be an end
That he'll realize I'm useless and quickly move on
He'll take a deep breath as he has all along

He'll finally taste freedom
In this cruel, small world
He'll relax his shoulders
His problems unfurled

And I'll sit here mourning
Yet somehow move on
From that taste of victory
That rests in his hugs

But a new he comes along
And he's more than I dreamed
I hope that my sins
Don't catch up with me

I want him to know that
I want this to work
It's been tragedy upon tragedy
And then so much worse

But he holds my hand
And rests his forehead on mine
He actually talks
Like everything's fine

So I'll smile for now
And breathe the bad out
I'll relax in his presence
And I'll slowly learn how

To love once again
More than a friend
To hold a hand
And not feel regret
Ann Nicole
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