Hell has never seen anyone like meA Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
Hell has never seen anyone like me
when my tortured mind sends me to do the craziest things From the moment I took you on I was unable to be the wide eyed one in wonder and now I have no choice but to love you. Just pretend that I was not so damaged when you found me and maybe when you put me back on the streets I won't be half as broken as I would have been had we never met. Between you and me I can not hold you when all I think is how you want to push my arm away even though you tell me that I am crazy I can't listen because he who came before you did just that, and then he was gone. If we are being honest in this lifetime there is no hiding from the future. But what is not written on my face is how I have always lied to fit in where I was not meant to be and truthfully I got accustomed to deciet Pity falls upon those who get in above their heads and all your friends feel sorry for you now. I hate to say I told you so and you shoot back with those eyes that send me shivering into a night I am not used to being caught in One where you wait with me until the sun. Hell has never seen anyone like me holding tight as you kick me in my face revolting out loud that you know not who you mess with fuming with gratitude as I look at you with that smirk on your face as you shake your head making a liar of me again. © 2010 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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Added on April 27, 2010 Last Updated on April 27, 2010 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutAll bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. -Oscar Wilde A great deal of the work on this site is republished from my defunct site. I hope you enjoy reading my work, I really enjoy writing .. more..Writing
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