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I can't.Last night was the first night I didn't cry myself to sleep
I'm trying so hard to accept that you're not mine to keep
A harsh realization, that much I will admit
But I'm trying to keep myself from feeling like shit
I don't know if conversing like normal helps me at all
I try, but the more we talk friendly, the harder I fall
I want to make you happy, but you want to be just friends
I wish we were still together, I wish there was no end
But I brought this on myself, this we both know
I feel like the pathetic fool in a Shakespearean show
I hate poems that rhyme every other line
I hate even more that you used to be mine
When we're together now, I want to just grab your hand
Let's go to the beach and write our names down in the sand--
No; these feelings are too much, I can't feel this way
But it hurts to know that you're not mine today
I want to write every cliché to show how I really feel
But an endless amount of words can never show what's real
The stuffed animals you gave all
Still.I still honestly care about you. I don't really
know why, but I do. When our tongues are sharp
I choke back tears. You anger me and do not
help my misery. I miss you and my feelings are
still alive but barely holding on-- like a
nightingale singing its last old song. My
heart flutters at thoughts of memories with
you-- but my heart let go, my heart was stupid
and selfish and wanted more. I hate you I
hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you
why do you taunt me so. You have your brand
new girl. I bet she'll treat you better. Apparently I
treated you terribly, you told. I hate you and
now I'm old news. I miss you and you drive me
insane, you anger me and it doesn't help
my misery. Can't you see I'm an emotional
wreck? I can't complain, because in your
vernacular I date douchebags-- of course,
excluding you. I hold your feelings on a pedestal
but that doesn't mean I should sacrifice my
own well being for you. I want to be with
you but you drive me crazy. I don't even know
why I found the
Stupidity as a SpaceClimbing up this emotional ladder and trying to hold on
Each rung separated as stupidity as a space
Can't trust people with nice eyes and fake smiles
Everyone has a mouth and they use it to their advantage
No one wants happiness for anything or anyone but themselves
Why are situations overanalyzed by some yet overthrown by others?
Don't understand why or how life is so ridiculous
We are puppets for dramas, farces and pure, simple entertainment
Stay with me for awhile
Stay close and hold me like you did then
It feels so far away but it was only weeks ago
More than a few weeks ago, but interest was lost
Now you're following around another girl, a new girl
Giving her your interest
that was mine. Entitled for me.
Why does this happen.
Life isn't fair, life is difficult, sure.
But this is ludicrous
You are ridiculous. And still I want to hold your hand
I want to be your girl. I want what we had and more.
But you don't.
Life is ridiculous? HAH,
it's nothing compared to me.
Love SonnetThis is a love poem written for you
I want you to know, with you I'm happy
Nothing bothers me anymore, it's true
You make me feel alive with ecstacy
I feel no fears of the shadows at night
You wipe away tears I no longer cry
With you I find nothing that I could rhyme
What is this inside? It's a butterfly.
This is just a strictly written sonnet
Overflowing with passion and feelings
We're Bonne, Clyde; Romeo, Juliet
My muse, just happiness I'm carrying
Now I must wrap up this poem, my love
If only you knew my emotions hereof.
Why should you?Forget about me because I did you no good
Why should you take me back? I'm selfish;
I'm greedy; I'm immature. I'm nothing compared to her
I bet. She's prettier, funnier, smarter, better. Right?
You didn't say anything because you agree. I hope
she is so you can forget about me. I can't forgive myself.
As much as I ask for your forgiveness-- I can't do it
myself. Silly me. I want you
I need you
I miss you
I'm begging you.
If you're wondering about me, how I've been doing--
which you probably are, but then again no--
I want you to know that we don't make love.
We kiss and cuddle and hold hands and junk
But if anything, we don't make love.
His eyes are kind but yours are better
I write prose and poems but never letters
like the ones I used to write to you.
(Besides, I don't know what he'd do
if I gave him a Sincerely Me.
He'd probably laugh and
throw it away.)
He is funny but obnoxious too,
he is nothing compared to you--
He makes me smile and is sometimes nice
But just know that we don't make love.
I walk by you and I smile
and I mean it, trust me. I mean it.
I want to be your friend but you
don't know how to act;
does it help to know we don't make love?
You and I weren't friends before,
the situation is new to you.
Am I selfish for bringing you down?
I wanted nothing but happiness
but nothing ever works out the way
you want it to.
I close my eyes and wipe tears away
from reminiscing memories with
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