Fleeting EnvyA Poem by Aekmy‘I’ve kind of fallen for this guy … so be careful’ Doubt. Uneasy. Regret and shame. I fell for him and hard did I fall. Instead of keeping my feelings tied up at the dock I let you pull straight in to keep me in your arms. A liar is what you are. We had such good times, but you felt the need to shatter it all into tons of millions of pieces. The glass shards plant in my feet and as I walk they remind me of you. Pain here. Pain there. But the pain in my feet cannot compete with the pain in my heart. Unwillingly my distorted mind fills with the lost memories of our past. The past that doesn’t have the slightest chance of becoming the future once again. You held my hand Opened a door Kissed my cheek Butterflies soared Blue eyes bearing into mine, transmitting signals I misread. You were saying goodbye when I was just saying hello. Will you ever know? Know the trouble and chaos you have caused in many young hearts. Your best? Pshhh – My heart scoffs. Not this again – I roll my eyes. I told you so You told me nothing! – I yell. - Foul, living, stupid thing. – I mutter. I told you a lot of things, but obviously you weren’t listening. Why would I listen to you? Because I told you to! – it yells. I consider pounding in my chest just to hurt the thing. I’m not always going to listen to you, you know. No, but now I do. -Silence passes- Wait awhile – it instructs – some beautiful boy will come along that’s worth you tears… But won’t make me cry, I know. Good girl. I don’t wanna fall again! – I cry Then don’t trip – my heart chuckles. Thanks, now that’s all cleared up! – I sit, simmering at the foulness of my heart. Go to sleep Dry my tears Hold up Fight my fears Laugh more Live brighter Breathe better Stand higher Well heart … I think I am going to try again. Go for it tiger. – my heart smiles
© 2009 AekmyAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on March 12, 2009 Last Updated on March 13, 2009 AuthorAekmyThere is beauty is uniqueness. Embrace the strange or perish in the ordinary.About"Leaving the page of the book carelessly open, something unsaid, the phone off the hook and the love, whatever it was, an infection. - Anne Sexton" more..Writing
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