I don't want to sleep on you again but you make me so tired You say you want to be lovers but I feel more like your diary whenever we speak... this prayer will not be answered in the form of an unchecked pocket, there's a limit to how many times you can lose anyone.
And you never said sorry and if you did I wouldn't believe it, I think forgiveness is selfish by proxy, surely you wouldn't disagree
Like Elster and her promise I'll emerge thru hell and roam blistered from the snow To see my true love's face once more; I carry her face everywhere I go I just learnt to let go of all the words spoken, abandoned broken wing's never mend And I can so easily pass her shoulder-bredth wordlessly and pretend she means nothing to me now but do you really expect me to pretend we were never lovers at all?
And I never got a Farewell kiss from you, I know you think I'm hurt by that fact But little did you know I stole one instead from your cat...
Go away and stay there, I'm sorry it meant more to you than it did to me, That's not my fault though.
1 out of a hundred (4/4)
Everybody's wondering when your new friendship's gonna end But come on baby I'M YOUR FRIEND
To be nobody but yourself in a world, that’s doing it’s best to make you somebody else Is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight STOP fighting
EE Cummings is one of the best writers. Up in the corner of this website you can click on to the top 100 riders to get inspiration. To learn from the masters. I encourage everybody to get out of their comfort zone and try a different style. It’s not all about free verse poetry. There is structure meter and rhyme many different types of poetry
My then boyfriend Now husband Never forgave you for putting your hand on my thigh, Casually mentioning the ******* beaches in the south of France. Your daughter needed a chaperone on your family’s upcoming vacation.
You went and I stayed of course The ******* beach all the poorer for my absence.
I am not the kind of girl who Finds herself at Disney Paris at the end of the movie. That’s not the way this movie ends, anyhow.
12 years later One lung lighter Tens of millions denser and poised to send your daughter to Dartmouth Or Tulane Or anywhere she’d rather.
She’ll have everything the world could offer her In exchange for her father.
A parent shouldn’t have to know.
So I forgave you the hand thing And the lewdness of a drunken survivor Poised on the lip of an ever-widening hole.
If you asked to take me now, I think I’d go. I’ve always wanted to see the Louvre. I can almost hear it: The clicking heels and murmurs, Your overwrought humanities professor explanations of this or that and me humoring you with appropriate reverence as always, And the dead certain silence of the thing we will not speak about, Pointedly conspicuous in its absence, Filling the space between.
Dedicated to my friend John, a mesothelioma survivor. This is my 100th published poem on HelloPoetry
maybe you will think maybe you will feel we all have reasons we all have decisions we all have explanations does it count does it matter will it evaluate who we are will it assess our personality sometimes it will take seconds or minutes or years what if it takes 100 years to get back again to turn that chance again to hug her again to say you love her to say sorry to make her feel she's the one she's the only one of all the hundreds