A.M.A Poem by Leah WilloughLeave them if they are hurting you.I must confess My dear, I told a lie I promised all was well Back when we weren't fine You should have called or something But, you didn’t did you? Just showed up to my house And asked if I’d forgive you I never could be honest With the girl you used to be You tell me that’s the reason That you chose to leave I won’t tell you I’m sorry I don’t quite mean it yet But, let’s go out tonight Let’s try to forget You call me by a nickname I pretend it’s fine I say nothing’s changed Though it’s just another lie You laugh more than you used to I wonder if it’s real I wonder if your heart Could ever learn to feel It’s dinner with a stranger It’s melting in our hands It’s 2:00 a.m. And I don’t know who I am Now you’re standing in my kitchen Eyes glowing in the dark You treat me like I’m fragile Like I let you break my heart You ask if we can talk You wrap your arms around me I say that we can talk But rekindled love is fleeting Now it’s getting late, And you should get going. You say that you still love me, But, loving isn’t knowing. I suppose it’s my last chance Since you’ve driven all this way But you’ve always loved to drive And you’ll never like to stay I promised I’d move on About two weeks ago But you keep coming back You just won’t let me go You’ve got your hands around my neck Like a snake around a heart I loved the girl you were But now she’s just too far It’s the last time we’ll speak It’s written in the stars It’s 4:00 a.m. And I don’t know who you are I can’t say I forgive you I don’t believe we’ve met You’re not the girl I fell for I’m not the girl you left It’s the sunlight through the window It’s the sparkling freezing snow It’s 8:00 a.m. And I’m waking up alone © 2017 Leah WilloughReviews
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StatsAuthorLeah WilloughBrooklyn, NYAboutI write poems that would be songs if I knew how to write sheet music. more..Writing
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