It is now His
A Poem by Chantel
Poetry about a broken heart
He took it He took my light He kept it Now it's not as bright He was amused by it I didn't find it safe He loved to abuse it And now I'm filled with this hate
He got bored with it I couldn't believe what he had done He tried to get rid of it Guess he thought we had a good run He couldn't discard it No one wanted something battered and broken He couldn't trash it Everyone gave it back, thinking it t token
We were so carefree before Loving one another and leaving it at that He used to love to say I was spoken for And I wouldn't mind the loving fact He said I was his only I believed him He said he would never leave me lonely And I took it without thinking on a whim
Sooner or later, it didn't feel right He loved inspecting me too much I didn't want to admit this all is over, or just might But he was accusing me of wounds and lies of the such I felt trapped, he loved it I tried to escape, to be free But he would tighten his hold bit by bit And I knew it was never meant to be
He abuses it He won't give it back He keeps it Thinking it will help pick up the relationship slack I need to get it I need to move back on my feet I need to fix it! I need to make sure it still has a calming beat
I've stolen it Though as it is mine, I don't think that's the case He made sure to break it Just to see the pained look on my face I'm trying to mend it But that seems nearly impossible The wall around the pieces will protect it And I'll make sure no one will be able to touch it again, as that is possible
© 2013 Chantel
Author's Note
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Poetry from an experience of mine. It is kind of deep, it's from a deep story that I only wanted to share this much with people.
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Author
ChantelMayfield, KY
About
Well, I guess I can say that one thing about me is that a lot of people love comparing me to Daria (yeah, the cartoon Daria). I just have a bit more emotion than she does, but I'm sarcastic and love .. more..
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