Not the best day

Not the best day

A Poem by Sunflower
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It's not the best day.

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What do you do,
When the guy you love through and through,
breaks up with you,
you keep searching for the secret,
He knows really well how to keep it,
But one day it finally slips.
How can this be,
Was it me,
What did i do to make him want that to see,
He isn't happy with girls anymore,
Is it my fault he wants to go behind the closest door,
I can't keep but cry on the floor.
All these terrible things run through my head,
The monster inside was easily feed,
Now its time to never awake again,
Maybe it is just a dream,
That hits too close to reality,
But i don't think thats how it seems.
How can i ever compete to a guy,
Where they have things i can't get under my fly,
Would it be best if i just die?
What will i do,
I still want to tell him 'i love you',
But after all what good would that do...

© 2012 Sunflower


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This had me crying.... :'( :'(

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a very emotional poem and a very clean write. Nice job Taya. The rhyme scheme worked with the flow of the peace. I can almost feel the hurt and the pain..... And sometimes the best thing to do is just say it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh my. This poem shows a lot of emotion, nice job. I liked the Rhyming. Nice work, sorry your going through that. I've just been through Break up, I don't know if I can deal with him being Gay...

~Paige.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Sunflower
Sunflower

Kendallville, IN



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27. About to be divorced from my abuser. Trying to heal, and still searching to find who my true self is and where my soul feels peace. My life is a constant battle of how tough can I truly be. I have.. more..

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