Great ExpectationsA Poem by Madison E O'HaraWorriesGreat Expectations I’m worried. I
thought I’d found the right person, and maybe I was naïve because maybe it was
too early to know for sure. He’s not who he
tells me he is. Or maybe he tells
me who he wants to be, or who he thinks I want him to be. But he always acts
against what he says. Maybe it’s
nothing, the way he tells me he’s trying to quit smoking, and smokes just as
much if not more than ever. Maybe it’s
nothing, the way he says he’s not really into drinking as much, and gets
hammered four nights a week. Maybe it’s nothing
that he tells me he’s not into drugs, and ends a friendship because they
screwed him on some cocaine. Maybe it’s
nothing. But maybe, maybe
it’s something. Maybe he’s not being honest with me, or with himself. I want him to be
healthy and safe and he might want that too but he doesn’t act like it. He’s killing himself
and pretending he’s better than that. He’s getting my
hopes up. He’s made me think
he’s different than he is. I meant it, when I
said I loved him. But maybe he’s not
the guy he’s told me he is. Maybe I don’t love the real him. Maybe I’m just
kidding myself that I could find the right person for me. Because maybe my
first love has to be just that, and has to be put in the past. © 2016 Madison E O'Hara |
StatsAuthorMadison E O'HaraLondon, Ontario, CanadaAbout3rd Year Student at Western University with an Honours Specialization in History with Minor in English for Teachers. Originally from Muskoka, ON Seriously inexperienced writer, but it's a small hobb.. more..Writing
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