Sitting Here Now

I'm sitting here because of you,

You wouldn't know that though, would you?

You've gone and left;

I'm all alone, it's just so cold.

And I'm sitting here.

I know that the sun shines,

But only when you are outside;

Whenever I go out,

The clouds seem to gather 'bout.

My luck? Or lack?

Or maybe just fate?

So I stay in here.

I'm sitting here because of you,

Or because of how you've gone.

you would've pulled me out by now,

shoved me through the door.

A good friend, you'd claim to be;

In truth though, you were a pain to me.

But a pain that had refused to leave.

You pushed me out,

Followed me through.

Told me off,

Complemented me too.

I hated every moment,

But now I know you're gone.

Excitement first, annoyance then,

And now a simple hum.

The empty coldness now surrounds,

The fullness you'd become.

Still, I say, goodbye, farewell;

I hope you have a great time.

Wave, and smile,

while inside, unknowingly, I die.

I'm sitting here now, because of you,

Or rather, because of the things we used to do.

Reviews

[Mike Espinosa]

This is very well written. You have a good rhythm going through most of it. A few times, you get off (at least I did), but you quickly got back in beat. Your emotion really shined through ,and the idea behind this is spectacular. Very well done. Keep up the good work.

[closed]

Melancholy and somewhat brooding too. You've always been an angsty one^^ I like this poem, and I feel it too.

-Dream