Seeing You...

When I walk down the hallways at school and see you,

I suck in a breath of air quick.

Your eyes wander toward me but find another girl...

I hate this.

Why can't I stand up for myself around you?

I feel like I'm stepping onto broken shards of glass.

Barefoot, each shard piecing my soul and skin.

I hate how you look at them,

as if you think it won't hurt me.

I was there when it happened,

I was there when you broke...

What happened though..?

What happened to us?

Author's Note

I read this book, and Im like, oh wth, and so i wrote this in my journal and perfected it today (it is SO not perfect tho...i suck at this)
Its is not based on me, just saying

Reviews

[Caitlynxoxo]

okay, you are wrong; this is absolutely perfect! There was such feeling and emotion in your words that I couldn't believe you hadn't expirienced something like this before! Suffice to say, i loved this poem :) Everything about it, from the metaphors used, to the longing in the narrarator's words. It was all just fantastic! Thanks for sharing

xoxo Caitlyn xoxo

[the in between]

Wow I felt those shards before. Nicely written I wouldn't change it. :] Its very effective and great

[Call Me Blu]

Nice, even though it isn't you the emotion still came from deep inside you and it showed. Well done

[Ethan Castner]

a peek into a schoolgirls eyes and mind, interesting to say the least.

[sorellaflowers]

Well I think this is wonderful(= Nice work hun

[SilentLullabies]

Yu spelled pierced wrong hun, but the poem is great!

[Kelley]

I liked it and I didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
Your too hard on your self Naomi.

Keep up the good work

Kelley

[underwriter]

aww so sad, but also very good, well done. stop saying you suck, you dont! well done!

[Arsenic Nemesis]

Really well written, captures the speaker's feelings nicely and draws in the reader; good job, keep it up!~

[HopelesslyDevoted]

i know this feeling.... sometimes i think we let things happen to ourselves. its like even though we don't want it to happen, our sub conscience does... the human mind is so strange.

[Coyote Poetry]

"I feel like I'm stepping onto broken shards of glass.
Barefoot, each shard piecing my soul and skin."
You told a sad and powerful story. So many lines stood out like the one's above. The question of love is something we will never understand. A very good ending. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote