Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, 15 July 2015

I Loved You When



I loved you when I first laid eyes on you. I loved you when there were secret glances. I loved you when you smiled at me. When you sat next to me. When you talked to me. Your words leaving me beautifully dumbstruck. I loved you when everyone told me not to. I loved you when my pen gently carved your name into my journal. I loved you when it was wrong. I loved you when I knew I shouldn't. When I knew you would ruin me in so many ways. When I learnt what you had done. Yet I still loved you blindly. But I was too scared. To scared of rejection. Too scared of you. So I let myself continue to love you in my head. I guess I got too good at living there because you never saw. You never saw me. And eventually you began to love someone else. The funny thing is, I still love you. I still taste your name in my mouth before I say it. I still quietly tell my journal that you are perfect. I let you live in my heart and head even though you belong to someone else. I let my heart leap when I see you. When you look at me. I let it happen because I hope. I still hope. Maybe soon. But until then, in my heart you shall live until one day, someone takes your place.

C

Monday, 15 December 2014

If I Could Write About You

If I could I would write about you
I would.
It wouldn't even take me that long
It never does anyway.

If I could I would write about you,
I would write the tears.
I would write how you made me cry
Hot tears of humiliation.
And blinding rage

If I could write about you,
I would write the screaming
Like a crazed monkey you screeched
For no reason at all quite frankly
Other then the fact that you were mad.

If I could write about you,
I would write the confusion you made me feel
Was I angry?
Was I sad?
I never knew with you.

If I could write about you
It would be messy.
Quite like this so called poem
Because you are a messy person
Hard to deal with and hard to explain

So now I wrote about you.
But I have yet to do you justice
Nothing I've ever written about you has
Because no one really knows what it's like
To live with you. To experience you.

C.D