You, And Me

I still miss my first boyfriend. He was a jewel among men, so much more mature and compassionate than so many others of our generation. I sill love him, somewhere in my heart.

Friends...

to more...

to friends again, but I'm feeling the strain -

the pain of losing you to "I'm-not-good-enough"

and "you-deserve-more".

What does it matter?

Cash is not a factor.

It's the heart and soul

of the man

behind the 17-year-old boy mask.

Your heart is aching from shallow hopes

and dreams dashed by girls

who don't deserve you

appreciate you or

love you like

I do.

Reviews

[clau]

behind the 17-year-old boy mask.
Your heart is aching from shallow hopes
and dreams dashed by girls
who don't deserve you
appreciate you or
love you like
I do.

That part really spoke to me. I am not a girl, I am a guy but it still really spoke to me because I know how it feels to have your dreams "dashed" by girls and chase a girl who doesn't appreciate me while I neglect the others that do. I really like this piece, very strong and I like the font changes. Keep writing Ms.Anselm

[gravitylava]

I like this; it's got great emotion. I could really almost feel the pain and sadness in this. Good job, =D.
nice.
-michelle

[fireblossom]

When we are really sincere and giving our best (the best we can at any given moment) and then the relationship fades or ends abruptly, how do we deal with the real thing that began to grow? Through life we visit that thing...that real thing that was planted and nurtured by the two of us. We visit this organism and realize that it isn't living in the past; it is still with us. We visit to paint designs on its exterior walls and tend to the garden we continue to nurture. At some point our visits grow infrequent. Often we realize it is best to let go altogether. Such is the nature of sincere people who give their best.

Nice poem young poet.

[Antonio Valentino]

Sad but tender write here dear poet.
Yes, the soul know no sadness like a heart torn does it.
Well, all I can say is, his loss, and your future love's gain.

Keep writing my friend.
I can see the talent,
and feel the spirit.

Have a writeous day,
Rich