SamenessA Poem by Jen_ma_catI can remember the day it all started We had a small home It was cozy Before it felt cramped We lived a life so half halfheartedly But I didn't know What it was to put my whole heart into something We painted the walls monochrome Black and white But I didn't know that those weren't The only two colors in the world If I could take back one thing I would take back everythingBut especially Ever meeting you Not because I hate you Because I love you You were comfortable And familiar You serenaded me in a sameness I had felt all my life Safe We fit together Perfectly Too Perfectly It was too soon I went with what I knew You were perfect to me But I wasn't perfect to you Slowly the sameness And the comfort became Boring I realized that with you I wasn't me Your care began to swallow me Your sameness and kindness It blinded me God, I'm so sorry If I had known That there was more to the world Than you I would have never... But now I step outside and the sameness I had known my whole life Is gone And I can see every color And a cold chill can curl up my spine And I don't feel safe or protected I feel brave I can see the bold red of danger And elegant greens of adventure So now all I can say to you Is Find someone Who can show you The color And take you away from the sameness You thought was me Cause the sameness and comfort Is not a way to live life Don't you dare dwell on me Brake down those monochrome walls Get out that small home And don't turn back Don't go back looking for me I won't be there I would take it all back Meeting you Everything But through all the sameness You have showed me one thing I have never known before And that was love So I love you But not anymore And I hope one day You can feel the color and senses Find someone who is excitedly different everyday So you can fall in love Everyday Over and over again More than you have ever loved me
© 2016 Jen_ma_catAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJen_ma_catNorthampton, MAAboutWell I guess I'm a junior now. Am I ready? Ha, no. I don't post often, only when I feel inspired. I'm 16 years old and I might be the only 16 year old on the planet who wishes they weren't. I like art.. more..Writing
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