Sad Poetry
Most of these poems were written in kind of a sad mood, if you can tell at all, and most deal with that most insidious of things, love. That's probably 'nuff said on that, you probably get the idea of what most of these poems are gonna be like...If you want to arrange a psychiatric evaluation for me on account of these, don't bother. Catharsis, an outlet, that's all these are :)
You've made me fall in love with you.
See the smile on my face now??
You've made me think this love was true.
See who you've fooled now?
You've made me follow you around the place.
See the leash you've got me on now?
You'ce made me dream of your embrace.
See the sleep you've stolen from me now?
You've made me feel so much doubt.
See the confidence I've lost now?
You've made me cry my heart out.
See what you've ripped apart now?
You've made me bleed my life away.
See whose wrists you've slit now?
For this love you've really made me pay.
See whose life you take now?
I saw her for the first time today.
You stopped to talk with her,
hug in a quiet place.
Walking behind you, I froze a moment,
then hurried on by you,
leaving not a trace.
My soul cried out for me to stop,
but I just faked a smile,
mocking my grief.
I put my head down on the desk,
shut my eyes to the world,
though it brought no relief.
Even whe my eyes are closed,
I can still see you and her,
your eyes upon her face.
My heart, though unharmed by words,
was broken by that
shared embrace.
Every time I'm on my feet again--
every time I think I'm fine,
you knock my feet out from under me,
you take the happiness that's mine.
But I KNOW I don't love you!
It was just a silly crush!
But still every time I see you two,
it hurts, oh it hurts so much.
When will it be my turn?
I want to be out there,
holding hands and kissing,
I wish that life were fair.
I'd sit forever with my boy,
whisper sweet nothings when we'd part.
When you'd pass us in the hall,
I wish--it'd break your heart.
Living in the past
real love could never last
as long as memory
of love that escaped me.
Looking back I do not cry
I only blink and sigh
So many wasted tears,
so many wasted years.
I wish that I could go
stop time's quicksilver flow
and find my love at last,
stop living in the past.
