Stay

Time heals all, he said.

As I’m searching for the fire both in my heart and my back pocket.

If time heals all, than why?

Why is it months later, and I’m still hurting every day.

Using cigarettes and booze to keep the pain away.

Still dreaming of ways I could have made you stay.

 

It is not you, it is me.

I’m just not ready yet.

Tears were shed, clichés were said

But I’m still struggling every day.

Dreaming of ways I could have made you stay.

 

You’re still young. There is plenty of fish in the sea.

Again with the f*****g clichés.

It is almost as if this one person became some sort of drug.

And there was me, Always going for another hit.

Now there’s nothing but cigarettes and pain.

And the dreams of how I could have made you stay.

Author's Note

What do you think? any critisism is appreciated.

Reviews

[Lilaa]

Another great piece, you have talent with mashing words together! Keep it up :)

[TimBrul]

Wow, thank you so much :)

[Philip Muls]

Nice how you always circle back to the word stay. Love is an addiction and kicking it causes pain and withdrawal.

Your poem has a raw and straightforward way about it...well done.

[TimBrul]

Thanks man, in this case repetition truly is key :p

[Marie]

i love this poem! keep on writing ;)

[TimBrul]

Thanks, I will!

[Ella]

This is a great poem and a very good piece so far. The flow could be improved just a bit. But overall I get what you are trying to get across. Sad and beautiful. Great job!

[TimBrul]

Thank you so much, and you're right about the flow but I hope that my style will get more fluently as I go :)