Not as Strong as I Thought

Not as Strong as I Thought

A Poem by Airila
"

I really thought I could bounce back from this....but its hopeless

"

I thought I could get over this
But last night....
Last night I finally broke down
I cried the whole night
I talk tough
But I'm soft as cotton inside
I say I don't care
But I'm dying inside
I can't stop thinking about him
I don't love him
But
I don't hate him either
I'm not IN love with him
But
I just wish he'd say something to me
I say I give a f**k
But
I really do care on the inside
I just wish he'd see this
''Not a declaration of love
It's the first stage in an attempt to make him realize''
That I really do care
I really want us to be okay again
I never meant to let my emotions get in the way
I miss being his friend
Most of all
I miss him
*sigh*

© 2009 Airila


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

hehehe....i know but....i guess its the sting of it all that hurts....i take a long time to heal

Posted 15 Years Ago


Nice poem . . . heartfelt as usual . . .

Bounce back? Please try and don't take this the wrong way but . . . life goes on. I know it's hard to move on from somebody you loved, but honestly, life goes on. From what I recall you were used, but that's not the end. There's more fish in the sea, philosophically speaking. After all, it's your life. Only you have control over wether it's really hopeless or not . . . and I'm pretty sure it's not over.

In retrospect, I probably should write these encouraging notes in a letter, not a review. A heart-felt emotional peom. A friendly suggestion . . . use a thesaurus to broaden your vocabulary and add flavor to your work. Like using seasoning to make meat taste better.

Posted 15 Years Ago



Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

75 Views
2 Reviews
Rating
Added on November 26, 2009

Author

Airila
Airila

Kingston, Jamaica



About
What is there really to say about me? I don't believe in confirmation to society's norms. You are who you choose to be. Me? I'm the passionately passionate object of your passion. I am who you think y.. more..

Writing
Re-Do Re-Do

A Poem by Airila