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I don't want to feel this anymore- That emptiness I felt as I walked out your door. You were so kind when telling me to go. Trying to make it less of a blow. I know you meant well, but I'm two steps ahead. I knew this would happen the second I layed in your bed. I'm empty- I'm crying- And I don't know why. It's not like we even really said goodbye. "I'll see you tomorrow!", you assured. But my heart still sank; I felt insecure. With shoulders slumped, I moped out the door. I'm a fool for even thinking we'd be more- Than something you needed- Than something you tried- For a second there, I made you feel alive. Until you were bored and sent me away. I get it, you still love me, but in a different kind of way.
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 11:08 AM UTC
F E E L I N G S of F U T I L I T Y [pt.1]
I don't want to feel this anymore- That emptiness I felt as I walked out your door. You were so kind when telling me to go. Trying to make it less of a blow. I know you meant well, but I'm two steps ahead. I knew this would happen the second I layed in your bed. I'm empty- I'm crying- And I don't know why. It's not like we even really said goodbye. "I'll see you tomorrow!", you assured. But my heart still sank; I felt insecure. With shoulders slumped, I moped out the door. I'm a fool for even thinking we'd be more- Than something you needed- Than something you tried- For a second there, I made you feel alive. Until you were bored and sent me away. I get it, you still love me, but in a different kind of way.
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 11:08 AM UTC
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