2:25 am

Random things scrolling through my head about a certain boy that broke my heart. If you like it good(: tell me and if you dont...tell me anyway! haven't written in a while and I'm rusty so be honest.

It’s 2:25

It’s 2:25 and I don’t feel alive,

I wasted away on the sunny days

So now I just sit and watch the rain

I think about our happy memories that we shared

And then the bad memories that will always be laced within the happy memories and will always be there

My rooms going crazy, maybe I have too

It’s spinning around, I guess I sorta miss you

You hurt me so bad and now I can’t write

This feels so pathetic and like a last minute plight.

I want you but I don’t

Because of this I know what I want is something that can’t happen and won’t

My head is pounding and maybe I just need sleep

But trying to get over you is hard because you constantly haunt my dreams

This wasn’t just any love

It was heartbreak

I hadn’t felt this way and my heart was open for the take

So you received mine but you never gave up yours

You had already handed it to somebody on the third floor

She’s pretty and nice, and cute, so I hate her

Mostly because I would do anything to be her

My summer is hazy because I’ve been focusing on you

But now maybe after this I can start up new.

You promised to leave and I thought of a fresh start

But just like the lies you used to feed me, this lie kept me in the dark

Rebirth and renewal flowed through my veins

Every time I dealt with the rejection and pain

I had a plan and it was good

But no, you had to decide you didn’t want to go back to your hood.

You’re a white boy gangster and a true wannabe

And I wouldn’t be typing this if you could’ve just loved me

I really hoped you’d stay away and I could get over you

But now all I hear about is how the new girls are getting under you

You purposely smile at me and ask what’s wrong

And I simply say nothing and play along

But you know the truth and know I do

You told me that you loved me but I wasn’t good enough for you

You hurt me and pained me and tore me apart

Because of you, I lost my heart

I can’t sleep; I can’t dance, I can’t smile, so I just am trying to waste time

I’d tell you more about how you took what was mine

But at the moment I’m to deaden and have nothing to strive

Oh, Look. Its still 2:25

~TheLittleOne

Author's Note

honest opinions and advice(:

Reviews

[GridLok]

Hey Little One, keep working at it … put this piece away for awhile then come back and view afresh … read it aloud to yourself - imagine how it sounds to someone else. The great thing you have going for you is your willingness (and ability) to externalise your inner turmoil.

Just love the last line "Oh, look. It's still 2:25" … inspired!

[Lorna]

Such a relatable poem. Especially hating people who get the opportunity to be with the one that you want. Although unfair and unjust. However jealousy Is human nature. Well written poem :) and lovely structure and rythm.

[Sam Romero (TBC)]

I loved it! The emotions were strong. This pretty much sums my breakup as well. The fact that the inside of you feels one way and you also feel another. Keep it up ^~^/