You.

I know. This isn't my best work. Sorry. idk

I dream of you almost every night,

and every night is the same old thing.

 

In this dream,

I am telling you how I really feel.

I tell you,

“Hun, I don’t want you here anymore.

I can’t handle the way you drag me around,

and I would really love for you

to leave me the Hell alone.”

But I know that if you came up to me,

And told me to forgive you,

I would.

I for forget how fucked up you left me

and I would just be with you.

 

I don’t know what is more pathetic.

The fact that I would still forgive someone who broke me,

the fact that I still wish you were here,

or the fact that I am still wishing for someone

who forgot about me years ago.

 

 

-S.L.S. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Funny how the mind worked. We remember the good moments over the bad. I took a woman back three times. Each time we became less happy. Second chances don't work. People don't change. I do understand the poem. We must learn by trial and error. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kenaz]

No work is ever our best work. We always have something greater inside, and as we learn we get better at what we do.

[Chris]

...and don't apologize for expressing your thoughts. You're doing fine, though you ARE pretty hard on yourself.