Wanted

Wanted

A Poem by Amy Beth Storey

 

I found a box of memories
Photos, torn and bruised
One is torn in two
A million pieces of my heart
Lie inside that box
Next to your fake smiling face
 
And all I ever wanted was for you
To see me and love me
For who I am deep inside
 
And all I ever needed from you
Was to care and to listen
To hold my head up late at night
 
I still have dreams about you
(Or should I just call them nightmares?)
I wonder if you ever miss me
(That’s what I want more than anything)
I hope you regret what you’ve done
And I hope you see that I was the best
You can’t get much better than me
 
And all I ever wanted was for you
To see me and love me
For who I am deep inside
 
And all I ever needed from you
Was to care and to listen
To hold my head up late at night
 
I swear I heard you call my name
In the mall by the bookstore
Where we used to hang out
And I turned expecting to see
That smile of yours, and your face
What greeted me instead
Was just a nobody
And you’re still a faint, faint memory
 
And all I ever wanted was for you
To see me and love me
For who I am deep inside
 
And all I ever needed from you
Was to care and to listen
To hold my head up late at night
 
I could’ve cried a million tears for you
I could’ve run back into your arms
After you left I thought I’d never be ok again
Now I know you’re the one who’s missing out
Because I’m okay again
But I know, deep in my heart
That you will never move on from me

You are just, simply and wholly my worst memory

© 2008 Amy Beth Storey


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I can relate so much to this..keep up the good work

Posted 16 Years Ago


Great job!! i love the emotion you put into this poem, for each chapter that ends a new one begins, stay strong and keep on writing!!!
laceyjane

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Amy Beth Storey
Amy Beth Storey

Air Force Base, SD



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