"admited" poems
good intentions never guarenteed good results.
good intentions never guarenteed good
good intentions never guarunteed ****
it's what you say during an apology.
it's what you tell yourself so you can lessen guilt.
I singled you out
under the guise of a friend.
I let you trust me
because we all want to believe.
I let you love me
because I needed the raise in self esteem.
I stayed at your house cause I hate sleeping alone.
I went to dinner because I couldn't afford food.
You started to trust me
and I felt ashamed
You said I was beautiful
I felt ugly
You said you knew me
and I felt like a liar.
You said I was acting strange
and I called you crazy
You said I was pushing away
I told you "so what?"
You wondered what happened...
I felt disgust.
In a moment of guilt I told you it was me,
I told you I was crazy.
I admited I was playing head games with the weak minded
and like a fool you
accepted my apologies.
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 9:46 PM UTC
First friends,
To best friends... he worked his way up.
Sharing memories and passion.
My heart in his hands... soon he would cup.
My friends they all judged me,
"He only wants one thing...",
"You just aren't ment to be."
I was blinded by love,
I told all my friends to leave.
I had grown (or so I thought)
I now wore my heart on my sleeve.
We were soon to be married,
For some reason he was eager for speed.
I figured I had cold feet so I let him take the lead.
Then one day I came home at an unexpected hour,
In my apartment on my bed he released his secrets to my heart in a shower.
He admited what he had done was bad.
He apologised and cried he didn't think of what his actions would cost.
He was not the only one that day who had something they had lost.
How could I possibly allow myself to trust again?
It is over and done with for him,
A thing of the past... the light on it shines dim.
My heart now hides in this cavity alone.
It had been to scarred from the past for this wound to be sewn.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
Last night you held me in your arms outside your apartment building
That was a great feeling
I miss that feeling
I miss kissing you outside your door
I had had too much to drink, I didn't want to leave
You said, I'm not comfortable with you staying the night just yet
I want you to stay but there would be too much temptation
I'm drunk and you're pretty.
I like that you admited how you still have feelings for me
It was such a relief to hear
Even though I already knew
It was just comforting to hear you say it
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 5:18 PM UTC