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I'm a poet who has no idea
How to write poetry
I don't understand meter
Or metaphor
I just write what I feel
And try to explore
What goes around
May come around
But it is
Perpetually tardy
SHE
She's lonely, but she seems happy
She's tired, but she moves forward
She's down, but she doesn't drown
She's hopeless, but she's not careless

They say she's pretty,
but she feels ugly
They say she's smart,
but she feels dumb
They say she's talented,
but she feels incompetent
They say she's strong,
but she feels weak

She has no one, but she ain't gone
And that she,


**Is me.
 Feb 2018 Samantha Nguyen
hrt
afraid
 Feb 2018 Samantha Nguyen
hrt
I asked myself
what is your biggest fear?
I heard myself reply
my biggest fear is
to be deeply known
but not loved deeply
 Feb 2018 Samantha Nguyen
lu
HIS KISS WAS POISON.
THAT I MISTOOK FOR LOVE
I BELIEVED THAT HE WAS THE ONE,
HE HAD TO BE.
THIS RELATIONSHIP WAS FORCED
AND NOBODY COULD EVER LOVE ME.
WHEN HE FINALLY WALKED AWAY,
THAT’S WHEN I REALIZED IT WAS TRUE.
EVEN I CANT LOVE ME.
I DIDN’T BLAME HIM AT ALL.

BUT HE SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN THE ONE TO LEAVE
AFTER ALL, HE TREATED ME LIKE DIRT
AND HIS WORDS WERE VENOM
WHILE HE LIED AND SAID HIS HAND WAS
NOT UNDER HER SKIRT.
BUT AT THAT PARTY, I SAW IT.
HE HAD NO REGRET.
OUR LOVE WASN’T REAL BUT
****,
DID THAT HURT.

NOW I’M HERE,
REMEMBERING WHEN HE WOULD
SAY HE WAS “JUST WITH THE GUYS”
BUT THE GUYS DON’T HAVE PERFECT LIPS
AND LUSTFUL BLUE EYES.
OR A DRESS THAT WAS TOO SHORT,
AND A NEED FOR ATTENTION.
HE WAS LOVE DRUNK
AND HE NEEDED AN INTERVENTION.

HIS WORDS TURNED HARSH AND
I KNEW THEY WERE TRUE.
I REMEMBER HOW HE SCREAMED
“NO ONE COULD LOVE YOU.”
IT RINGS IN MY EARS EVERY NIGHT,
IT’S ONE OF THE THINGS THAT KEEPS ME FROM BEING ALRIGHT.
NOW THERE’S TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE,
WARNING YOU ABOUT BROKEN HEARTS, JUST IN CASE.
(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.
Forward: from the victims perspective.
Backward: from the murderers perspective.

This TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE
do you still love me
do you still love m
do you still love
do you still lov
do you still lo
do you still l
do you still
do you stil
do you sti
do you st
do you s
do you
do yo
do y
do
d
di
did
did y
did yo
did you
did you e
did you ev
did you eve
did you ever
did you ever l
did you ever lo
did you ever lov
did you ever love
did you ever love m
did you ever love me
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