Cold Night

A sad night that didn't go as planned and a relationship on the edge

Cold Night

 

We made a plan

Plan failed

Failed to the point where I had no where

Where to sleep was the question existing

Existing did not matter

Matter of factly you did not bother

Bother to see if I found a place

Placing my faith in you

You broke me for the last time

Time being wasted because of stupidity

Stupidity the reason for my fault

Fault in thinking it would go right

Right being the wrong word for the situation

Situation being blown out of proportion

Proportions too big for me to handle without being scared

Scared of getting in trouble

Trouble to the point of no return

Returning home withheld consequences

Consequences I did not want to face

Face to face with the truth

Truth is, I don’t know anymore

Anymore of this and I will explode

Explode or implode, whichever comes first

First come first serve is what I always say

Saying too much or too little

Little too late to say anything

Anything dealing with the truth of this poem

Poem being the truth if you can decipher it…

Author's Note

What do you think of the style? And what is your overall feeling of this poem? What does it make you feel?

Reviews

[char]

This reminds that there are arseholes out there. I like the style you have...but it seems...undefined.

[Dominique Lambright]

Thanks. And ya I am still working on defining it more.

[Acer]

Awesome write, words're cool bt stly is a bit of choppy (sorry, i said coz you did mentioned to know in author's note ).

[Dominique Lambright]

No it is cool I need some constructive criticism because I am looking for a style that fits me and I think it is this one because I have not seen many people do it so I am trying to perfect it and anything said will most likely help