you seemed proudA Poem by under-the-waterheart breaks last and acheIts funny How when I think of you Whats real and whats not real Blurs And my mind gets stuck In the black pit Of my imagination. And my attention Always becomes fastened On that one night Valentines Day - When you told me I was
beautiful. And this time I actually
believed it. The words cascaded through
the air Like butterflies in the
spring Spritzed with love and
laughter Just like that. And you let me rest my head
in your lap And you leaned down to kiss
me. You brushed my hair back from
my face and said “I love you,” Not like the kind you say to
your mom While your closing the car
door On your way to science class.
It wasn’t just thrown out there either, Like when you drop a paper
airplane from your balcony. Not sure where it will go. And it wasn’t an answer - as if I was questioning it. it was a statement. like you wanted to paint it
in black ink on your neighbors car for everyone to see. You seemed proud. It was the very first time
anyone had ever been Proud To have loved me. And that very first time Has corrupted me ever since Into Thinking that there is
still someone that loves me out there Who is proud To have loved me. But your not anymore Your not, mike. Your embarrassed. When you hear my name You wipe me off Like you do with the dirt on
your knees After loosing a football
game. Loosing that game for you was
an embarrassment. And all I am to you Is dirt from that lost
football game From that embarrassment. Dirt that is easily shaken
off - That has now become
meaningless. So if you can just shake me
off as easily as dirt Then why cant I? Why am I still stuck in the
past Of that one night where
someone finally made me feel wanted. © 2012 under-the-waterFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on September 22, 2012 Last Updated on September 22, 2012 Tags: love, heart breaks, heart, break, sad Authorunder-the-waterin a box on the side of the rodeAboutAs a child I was constantly sticking my fingers in sockets and trying to figure out if grief had its own color. more..Writing
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