IllusionsA Poem by hannahspelledbackwards
Is this you giving up?
You choose now to end it? Didn't you know how hard I fought So we could keep this? You know, I believed you. I believed you when you said you cared; That what you felt was, for once, true, And nothing could compare. Please tell me, what happened? Did I do something wrong? Was it something I said? Was it something I lost? You're still absent from my presence, and I think that's the problem. What was once strong and confident, Has now made its way to the bottom. Wasn't it going so well? We really made it far, And how quickly I fell, What's there to end when it never got to start? Please don't leave me now, You showed me how to live life So spontaneous and proud So why would I want to say goodbye? "You're perfect," you said, "Almost everything about you is." Did you forget? Or am I too much of a risk? Oh how I wish I could call you, To demand you speak your mind. What do you want me to do When we're yet to be defined? I'm breaking at the cracks, But you know I deserve the truth. Just tell me what we lack Before I let myself sulk over you. I just don't understand Why you choose now to leave. Or are you leaving? Just be a man And stop playing games with me. I could say if you go, That I'm better off without you. But I think we're both smart enough to know That's wretchedly not true. I'm sorry if I'm jumping to conclusions, But I have a heart to look after. I don't want any more illusions Since the one before you took my laughter. No more games, no more tests. My mind is not a toy; I'm not here to play and guess. I just want you. Isn't that enough? Everything I've confessed is true, It's not time to act tough. Just don't give up now Please, not now Yes, I admitted I'm not heartless. Aren't you proud? © 2011 hannahspelledbackwardsAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 11, 2011 Last Updated on January 11, 2011 AuthorhannahspelledbackwardsSydney, AustraliaAboutI'm Hannah, a 23 year old who loves art, animals, people, traveling and nature. I write poetry, songs, and stories. I write books but for some reason I never finish them. I can't write a poem unless I.. more..Writing
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