Tell Me I Did Not Just Do That

I just pushed away the only person I ever loved
She was like a beautiful goddess or a peaceful dove
I can't believe I just threw away
Something that meant everything to me

Tell me I did not just do that
Tell me I made a mistake
Please tell me I did not just do that
I pushed her out of my way

If I could take you back
I do it in a flash
I regret the entire ordeal
I can't imagine how you feel

We had it going
You had no way of knowing
That I was going to end it all
I was supposed to catch you but I just watched you fall

I see you every day
Why doesn't the pain go away
I thought this would be easy to forget
You were the greatest girl I ever met

I'm so sorry
But you waive off my apology
I'm so sorry
I just want you back with me

I regret my decision, yes I do
I just want to be with you...

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

It warms the hert to see someone so young so in touch with his feelings. While there's no similarity in the writing, the emotions that your poem evoked in me made me think of my own past experiences. In particular, you made me think of a wonderful song by Happy Rhodes entitled, "You Never Told Me," from her album, "Building The Colossus."

The lyrics are:

"There were those nights, there were those long nights
when we sould test our views, air out our lies and truths.
My favorite pursuit, was to find the fairness of it all;
but you had a different plan, you're such a different man
than the one I knew.

You never told me you were weak.
I might've known what to do;
but now this heart's in disrepair
and it's too late to see it through.
It's too late for me and you.

I thought you would see that I was as willing as they come.
All that I am was yours to see, you were so safe with me.
You were disguised as someone who could say it as it was.
Now I'm looking through your mask, and I don't have to ask
where your honor is.

You never told me you were weak.
I might've known what to do;
but now this heart's in disrepair
and it's too late to see it through.
It's too late for me and you.

You never told me you were weak.
I might've known what to do;
but now this heart's in disrepair
and it's too late to see it through.
It's too late for me and you."

I love the honesty and rawness of your poem, and I encourage you to keep writing and honing your talent.

Keep shining!

Linda Marie