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Poems aren't stories, but I'll tell you one anyway This tale isn't a happy one, so be warned if you stay I met a boy, it was about a year back I thought he was funny, but it wasn't much more than that I spent three months chasing a different boy, I thought he was quite the find Little did I know that the first boy; I was always on his mind And so came the time where I gave up on boy number two For a while I kept to myself, I still didn't think about you Then suddenly one day, I opened my eyes And after that you stood out from all other guys I made a brave move, and I dared you to play You were up for the game, but I didn't know if you'd stay It only took one move, our romance rolled into action I'd sneak into your house, we craved that passion It didn't take long for you to slip that big word But the word "girlfriend" was the happiest thing I'd ever heard Now listen here, this may sound silly But you were my first, and I couldn't help but worry Come the end August, I knew you'd have to leave College isn't something we could take on with ease But you wrote that letter, I believed every promise you said I believed in them so much, I memorized them in my head "Don't forget about me, I know I won't forget about you" You thought I was lying, but I remember that line too It wasn't easy, but I say we did pretty well Little did I know we were headed for hell College is a busy place, school takes up a lot of time But for your girlfriend, a lot of that time was mine I'd hear from you less, and you'd apologize when you could So I'd just smile and forgive you like I knew that I should I knew what I was getting into, I was prepared for the fights He thought he was too, but not for the lonely nights Ill bet you didn't see this next one coming, it's such a plot twist He texted me one night, this boy that I missed He texted me, the boy I didn't notice for a very long time He texted me, the boy who I now labeled as mine He texted me, the boy I dared to play a game He texted me, the boy who said he'd always feel the same He texted me, the boy who I'd sneak out to see He texted me, the boy whom I loved, with that he'd agree He texted me to tell me a relationship wasn't going to last And suddenly, in four text messages you became a thing of the past He texted me. No, he did not call And because of that, my world began to fall But wait it's not over, don't walk away I've realized something, and it's something I'd like to say I don't care who reads this, the audience should be unclear Didn't you notice, I used the word 'you' in places you shouldn't hear There's only one person who I care about reading this And I want him to know something, my last opportunity was missed I do not hate you, but I do hate this one part It's the only thing I hate, it's straight from the heart I hate that you couldn't stand up to me, I hate that you couldn't even call But you know what else, I hate that I still don't hate you I don't hate you at all
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
This Isn't a Story
Poems aren't stories, but I'll tell you one anyway This tale isn't a happy one, so be warned if you stay I met a boy, it was about a year back I thought he was funny, but it wasn't much more than that I spent three months chasing a different boy, I thought he was quite the find Little did I know that the first boy; I was always on his mind And so came the time where I gave up on boy number two For a while I kept to myself, I still didn't think about you Then suddenly one day, I opened my eyes And after that you stood out from all other guys I made a brave move, and I dared you to play You were up for the game, but I didn't know if you'd stay It only took one move, our romance rolled into action I'd sneak into your house, we craved that passion It didn't take long for you to slip that big word But the word "girlfriend" was the happiest thing I'd ever heard Now listen here, this may sound silly But you were my first, and I couldn't help but worry Come the end August, I knew you'd have to leave College isn't something we could take on with ease But you wrote that letter, I believed every promise you said I believed in them so much, I memorized them in my head "Don't forget about me, I know I won't forget about you" You thought I was lying, but I remember that line too It wasn't easy, but I say we did pretty well Little did I know we were headed for hell College is a busy place, school takes up a lot of time But for your girlfriend, a lot of that time was mine I'd hear from you less, and you'd apologize when you could So I'd just smile and forgive you like I knew that I should I knew what I was getting into, I was prepared for the fights He thought he was too, but not for the lonely nights Ill bet you didn't see this next one coming, it's such a plot twist He texted me one night, this boy that I missed He texted me, the boy I didn't notice for a very long time He texted me, the boy who I now labeled as mine He texted me, the boy I dared to play a game He texted me, the boy who said he'd always feel the same He texted me, the boy who I'd sneak out to see He texted me, the boy whom I loved, with that he'd agree He texted me to tell me a relationship wasn't going to last And suddenly, in four text messages you became a thing of the past He texted me. No, he did not call And because of that, my world began to fall But wait it's not over, don't walk away I've realized something, and it's something I'd like to say I don't care who reads this, the audience should be unclear Didn't you notice, I used the word 'you' in places you shouldn't hear There's only one person who I care about reading this And I want him to know something, my last opportunity was missed I do not hate you, but I do hate this one part It's the only thing I hate, it's straight from the heart I hate that you couldn't stand up to me, I hate that you couldn't even call But you know what else, I hate that I still don't hate you I don't hate you at all
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
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