| More poems by me... |
| Bitter You never called When I wanted you to, Or had that kind of grace. I never loved you, But I guess I couldn't When you treated me With the signifigance Of someone who doesn't give a damn. Yes, I'm bitter- Cold to the fact that I wasted Two years of my life trying to force myself To love you While you just had me hanging there, Telling me something other than the truth. You were never irresistable; I could have went forever Without touching you. I hated to kiss you, And I never felt anything When you tried to touch my heart. Actually, you never did touch my heart, You just sat there And expected me to give you all When I told you to wait for me. Yes, I hate you, It's taken two years for me to admit it. But I hate you with a passion And never wanted to be with you. Can't you see that you were nothing to me? And that I don't need you In my life. You never respected me, And to tell you the truth I never gave a damn about you. Goodbye. |
| Attraction Yes, I am attracted to you Very much so, And in every sense of the word. You look at me, with those blue eyes, You charm me in every way. You seduce me in only a way a woman can be And I feel almost it is impossible To not fall in love with you. I feel myself Looking at you more And wanting to see your smile. I find myself wanting to hear you talk, I want to look at your hands, I want to talk to you for hours, Yet I cannot describe what I'm feeling for you. Do not make me do this, Do not make me choose, And don't make me fall in love with you. You do this thing with your eyes, You have this special way of looking at me Like I'm supposed to be here. I haven't felt you yet, So I'm not sure what I need. And I will keep myself That measured distance away from you So that I dont fall into... you. |
| Why is it That his very name Falls in between the crevasses In my head And sneak into my Heart and head Everyday? |
| Between the pages, I flip and see You and me Walking with our fingertips Until they bleed. I turn around And look for something; Where I went wrong, But all I see Is "should haves, Would haves, Could haves, And maybes." |
| On the Kitchen Table I remeber that night, It was a while ago... You grabbed me, around my waist And told me I was perfect. My hands were trembling, But at those words I would have done anything for you. My heart pounded incredibly As you lead me to the room. Me, so young and neive, so gullible, So convinced you loved me. That night, you changed my life; That night our silk and denim Dropped to the floor, As I tryed to prove how much I loved you. In ten minutes, you let me know Just why you were with me, Even though I wasn't sure Just why I gave in. You left my house As I went to bed crying, Ashamed with myself ....never to hear from you again. |
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| I wish that For once The world would Come crashing Down around Your ankles And you would actually Bat an eye. |