A Lover’s Mistake
She knew it was a mistake before it ever happened.
But who could have known it would have happened so suddenly.
They would have to talk, she needed him to know that it was a mistake.
That it was never supposed to happen.
How would he handle it.
He’d probably be happy about it.
After all he had her.
That one that’s attached to his hip no matter where he goes.
She was in awe of him.
Maybe what they has was special, maybe it wasn’t a mistake.
Get a hold of yourself!
It wasn’t special to him.
A sharp intake of breath, there he was.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
Maybe she should leave.
He’s right next to her talking as if nothing’s wrong.
Was it her imagination or was he smiling at her.
It was a mistake she tried to say.
It wasn’t a mistake he said.
We shouldn’t have done it she tried to communicate.
We would’ve done it anyway he told her.
But what about her she finally cracked.
Enough about her what about him?
She didn’t know what else to say; this wasn’t happening.
It’s happening he whispered, caressing her cheek.
Ever so tenderly he kissed her lips.
Something she had been waiting for.
We can’t.
We are.
Let’s not.
We have to.
Why?
It’s our destiny.
But what about her?
I want you. But what about him?
I want you.
And so they fell back into a time when all they needed was each other.
A Mother’s Love
She once had a smile upon her face.
So tender and dear was this smile.
Her laugh was joyful and an honest laugh.
Never laughing impolitely or at an expense of another.
She’d had a certain glow about her that one could only describe as a proud mother.
Though she was young she seemed to know exactly what to do.
Only asking for help when she became tired.
But that smile, that laugh, and that glow has disappeared.
Someone has taken mommy’s baby boy.
Frantically searching for answers.
Desperately clinging to the hope that he’s ok.
Has anyone seen or has anyone heard from her baby boy?
What is this, why did this happen?
Who could be so cruel to take a mother’s pride and joy?
A desperate, helpless cry.
She knew that cry; running towards the familiar sounds of yesterday.
There he was wrapped in his blue blanket lying on the grass.
Gently embracing her love as the sorrows of yesterday grew forever fainter.
And they turned and set foot on a new path of happiness that no one could ever take from them.
They were forever together in all eternity.
A Poem Is
What is a poem?
A poem is words that come straight from your heart.
What is a poem?
A poem is something you can work on for minutes or for years.
What is a poem?
A poem is a letter to you from your heart.
What is a poem?
A poem is meant to be given to that special someone.
What is a poem?
A poem is encouragment for the weak.
What is a poem?
A poem is truth brought to your soul.
What is a poem?
A poem is what I'm writting you.
A poem, from me.
About Me
About Me
A lot of people claim to be different from everyone else.
I am nothing special.
I am who I am it’s as simple as that.
I think differently now then I have in the past.
And I can honestly say that I have changed.
For the better – For the worst – Who’s to decide?
I have loved others and had my heart broken.
I am skeptical on love, but still hoping to find it one day.
I am never the prettiest.
I am never the smartest.
I am never the best girl to have as a girlfriend.
There is always another girl to one up me.
Whether it is looks.
Smarts.
Or attitude.
I am always left in the dust.
Concluding the fact of why I am still single.
I am not a perfect friend.
But I do try hard to be there and listen when they need me.
I don’t lower myself to play the blame game anymore.
What has happened in the past is strictly that:
The past.
I cannot change those things, nor do I want to.
‘Everything happens for a reason.’
That is not just a cliché.
I am very passionate.
Don’t mistake that for bitchiness.
I have my views on the world and how I want my life to be.
If you try to tell me my views are wrong;
You just stepped into the line of fire.
I am not perfect.
I am me.
I want a man who will support me.
Make me their best friend BEFORE their girlfriend.
Who will understand when all I want is the truth.
No matter how bad the truth may be.
Someone who will ask me what they can do to make me happy.
And who will tell me what will make them happy in return.
Communication is key.
Next to honesty and trust, that is.
I am on an epic journey to find one friend.
Just one friend to shelter my heart from heartache and pain.
One person to just hold me and let me cry.
I am searching for that person who will always be there for me.
The same way that I would be there for them.
I want a confidant who will confide every aspect of their life with me.
As I confide all my secrets and feelings with them as well.
I need one person who will hold my hand when times get hard.
So far, it’s been nothing but failed attempts.
Don’t get me wrong.
All of the friends that I have are wonderful.
They just have that one person already or they haven’t been there like they should have.
Open minds and being comfortable with one person, as a friend.
I am average.
There isn’t any one thing that I have excelled at.
I have a lot of different hobbies that I like to do.
But just because all my talent isn’t all in one place,
It doesn’t mean that I don’t have any.
I sometimes lose my temper.
And I like it a little too much.
When I yell it makes me feel like I’m finally getting my point across.
Finally seeping in through the cracks of stubborn walls built around your mind.
Word to the wise.
When I yell – Yell back.
I am the type of the girl who will yell and scream that she hates you.
When in her mind screaming even louder that she loves every inch of you.
When I walk away quietly – It means I want you to follow me.
I use subtlety.
Unless you’re just a friend.
In that case, I’m rather blunt.
I am a perfect mixture of imperfect emotions.
Always half and half on just about everything.
I don’t know everything.
I yearn to know anything and everything.
But not knowing something that someone else knows makes me jealous.
Speaking of, I am a very jealous person.
Even when I have no right to be.
I want to keep everyone to myself and away from everyone else at the same time.
I am selfish.
With no excuses for that.
At times I play stupid to make everyone else feel smarter than me.
When in reality – I’m brilliant.
And you don’t have to believe me.
Sometimes I pretend to forget to see if you’ll tell me the truth.
Think of it as a pop quiz.
There are so many different things that make me go ‘round.
Unfortunately, not even I can think of all of them.
So if you want to know me.
It’s all on you.
Alone
Sitting, standing, alone.
Hoping, wanting, alone.
Needing, seeing, alone.
Having feeling, alone.
Being alone without anyone.
Sitting alone with no chair underneath me.
Standing alonge with only my feet beneath me.
Hoping for love; that it'll find me.
Wanting to be all that I am.
Needing to find who I am inside.
Seeing how my life goes down the drain.
Having things get lost, things I once held so dear.
Feeling things I have never felt before.
Sitting, standing, alone.
Hoping, wanting, alone.
Needing, seeing, alone.
Having feeling, alone.
You are the only thing that I hold dear.
I've tried to tell you, but you just won't hear.
I love you, but you don't love me.
I feel so alone.
Alone, alone, so alone, alone.
I'm alone.
Sitting on the steps where I cry.
Standing next to me.
Hoping someone will come to me.
Wanting someone to comfort me.
Needing to be loved by you.
Seeing what I did wrong.
Having to hear that you love me.
Feeling unloved by you.
Sitting, standing, alone.
Hoping, wanting, alone.
Needing, seeing, alone.
Having feeling, alone.
Sitting where I can't be seen.
Standing by the wall thinking I'm invisable.
Hoping that no one will notice me.
Wanting to stop being seen as a freak.
Having to be harrassed each day by unknown yet popular sources.
Feeling the warmth of their voices at the back of my neck.
Sitting, standing, hoping, wanting, needing, seeing, having, feeling.
Alone, alone, alone, alone.
Sitting, standing, alone.
Hoping, wanting, alone.
Needing, seeing, alone.
Having feeling, alone.
Sitting, standing, alone.
Hoping, wanting, alone.
Needing, seeing, alone.
Having, feeling, alone.
Sitting where I can't be seen.
Standing by the wall thinking I'm invisable.
Hoping that no one will notice me.
Wanting to stop being seen as a freak.
Having to be harrassed each day by unknown yet popular sources.
Feeling the warmth of their voices at the back of my neck.
Sitting, standing, hoping, wanting, needing, seeing, having, feeling.
