Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
That song comes on that one we danced to and I can't stand it. It makes my eyes water. It makes my heart clench. It makes my stomach sick. And it plays on and on and on even after I change the station. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. It leaves a sourness in my gut. It leaves a sorrow in my heart. Why didn't we work? Why didn't we try? Why didn't we do anything? Why didn't we see the change? Why didn't we linger a little longer? That simple song mutilates my peace, tears my resolve, tramples my heart, clouds my mind, destroys my life. I hate you sometimes. I love you more times. But I still hate you. For the love you gave and stole so thoughtlessly. But mostly, I hate that you made a song meant so much to me.
0
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
A Song
That song comes on that one we danced to and I can't stand it. It makes my eyes water. It makes my heart clench. It makes my stomach sick. And it plays on and on and on even after I change the station. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. It leaves a sourness in my gut. It leaves a sorrow in my heart. Why didn't we work? Why didn't we try? Why didn't we do anything? Why didn't we see the change? Why didn't we linger a little longer? That simple song mutilates my peace, tears my resolve, tramples my heart, clouds my mind, destroys my life. I hate you sometimes. I love you more times. But I still hate you. For the love you gave and stole so thoughtlessly. But mostly, I hate that you made a song meant so much to me.
Written by
American
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem