How can you...

How can you...

A Poem by Rachel DeHart

A moment. Your smile, as large and
    warm as you are.
A glance, my heart rate is betraying me
    beating much faster than it
                should.

           

            This is not me.
                falling for            
                    you.



A you’re close now,
tall, strong. Someone easy
to rely on. With enough warmth
radiating from you
        that it melts all of the
        ice I had built up around
                myself.


And knowing what I do,
I realize I am always just the easy
person to talk to. Always the girl
who’s awesome, but never enough.
Always the best friend. Or sometimes,
            not even                         that.
I am the one you swear to love so fiercely.
Fiercely enough, that it “can’t ever be enough”.
To me it is normal now. I will never be the one
to be chosen over someone else. And I accept that.
I would never want to hurt someone if it meant
being happy myself. I will lay myself down for the
knife, if it would save anyone any pain at all.   

But then why, when I have spent so many
years convincing myself that I don’t need  anyone
am I missing you right now?

© 2008 Rachel DeHart


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i know exactly how you feel. i've been involved with this one boy for almost half a year now, you might have become acquainted with him in some of my poems. he says that he loves me, but he won't date me, because he's still in love with his ex-girlfriend, but won't tell me for fear of hurting me.
i'll always be the friend.
you're always there, you're always waiting, you do the most, but you're not the one he wants.
and it kills you.

this was beautifully written and beautifully portrayed.
i don't know the story behind the poem, but i made one up in my head as i went along.
i still haven't devised an ending yet.

thank you for sharing this with me through read request.
i'm too lazy sometmes to search and review people's work, but i'll read it if you send me a request.
:) mary jane

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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"I realize I am always just the easy
person to talk to. Always the girl
who's awesome, but never enough."

Story of my life. In some ways, you're the one that'll be there when the other girl fails. But at the same time there's always some part of you screaming for more.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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i know exactly how you feel. i've been involved with this one boy for almost half a year now, you might have become acquainted with him in some of my poems. he says that he loves me, but he won't date me, because he's still in love with his ex-girlfriend, but won't tell me for fear of hurting me.
i'll always be the friend.
you're always there, you're always waiting, you do the most, but you're not the one he wants.
and it kills you.

this was beautifully written and beautifully portrayed.
i don't know the story behind the poem, but i made one up in my head as i went along.
i still haven't devised an ending yet.

thank you for sharing this with me through read request.
i'm too lazy sometmes to search and review people's work, but i'll read it if you send me a request.
:) mary jane

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this one. Its painfully honest

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wow.
this is so heartbreakingly beautiful.
it kills me to read it, but i can't stop.
lovelylovelylovely.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is really good. I like it a lot.

But one question: Is this about me?

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Rachel DeHart
Rachel DeHart

Falls Church, VA



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