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Racheal McKnight Jan 2016
I've never been hurt this way before,
Before that very night.
When everything became a blur,
And you went out of sight.

I think because I love you so much,
Is the reason it hurts so much when we fight.
I never meant to hurt you at all,
And now I'm sitting to write.

To write an apology,
In hopes that you'll forgive me.
All I want is to forget yesterday,
And to use the key.

I gave you the key to my heart,
Because I love you dearly.
Now's the time to unlock my heart,
I mean this sincerely.

Whenever I say I love you,
You say that you love me too.
I believe it every time,
That your love for me is true.

We shouldn't have fought that way,
Not in this life time or the next.
I love you too much not to apologize,
And leave you feeling vexed.

I am so so sorry,
For everything I said.
I hope you will forgive me,
Is going through my head.

I know this poem isn't much,
But it says what I wanted to say.
My love for you continues to grow,
Each and every day.
To my love,
I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart. I hope that this poem proves that to you
  Jan 2016 Racheal McKnight
Onoma
As this flame
meditates upon
self-erasure...
the rounded lip
of its glass enclosure
creates a teetering
butterfly shadow...
against the wall.
They lied to me when they said that sticks and stones break bones but words don't hurt

I found that your words have branched and rooted within every splinter in my bones and the ache is nagging and constant

It's the guilt your words caused that weigh like boulders on my shoulders and every step causes a new fracture

Sticks and stones don't break bones but the weight of your words have crushed me
Written on January 16, 2016 and shared on Hello Poetry on January 18, 2016. Copywrite under Bianca Reyes and all rights reserved.
Racheal McKnight Jan 2016
You can't keep waiting,
For that very special time.
You just need to go for it,
Which is why I wrote this rhyme.
They call it a Loveseat because it was designed for you to make love on it
We have to re-rate all those G-rated films with Loveseats in them
They imply ****** tension
And we don't want that exposed to our children!
It's the work of the devil!
I demand action on them now!
Can't you see i'm joking?
We're merely close to twenty years of this century
And it's only gotten more ridiculous
The future awaits
For more loveseat incidents
And people up in arms over tedious, pointless things that nobody should care about
But ISIS? That Egypitan babe has been dead for so long! What are you talking about?
There's no way that old darling is still alive?
Terrorism? What's that?
Is that the term they use when they see Loveseats in G movies?
Probably the most sarcastic poem i've ever written, maybe ever.
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