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You Know Who You Are, Why Don't I?

My name is unknown,
My face is unseen.
But you already know that.
You always know what I mean.
It used to be so perfect,
You and I.
When we were together,
Time just flew by.
Do you remember that summer,
Not so long ago?
Do you remember that day,
You said we'd take it slow?
What a joke,
What a fucking lie.
What about that time I said I didn't want to?
I can still hear you sigh.
That's what it was always about.
You never really cared.
Remember that time you pushed me?
God, I was so scared.
I should have realized sooner,
You were so transparent.

Why didn't I know?

It was so apparent.

Do you say the same things to her,

That you told me?

Do you tell her you love her,

And you'll set her free?

You stole four years of my life,

Four miserable years.

You broke my heart,

There isn't a day I go without tears.

What about our babies?

You know what I'm taking about.

If they had lived,

Would you have still walked out?

There's so many questions unanswered,

I don't even deserve a phone call?

You actually think I used you?

You don't even know me at all.

After all that time,

We should have known each other.

But it was an illusion,

You were always with another.

Am I really that worthless,

That you had to be with another girl?

It makes me want to scream,

Thinking about it makes my toes curl.

When are you going to grow up,

And start being a man?

When are you going to see past the physical?

That's why this all began.

I can't believe you'd go through all that trouble,

Just to get laid.

You know there are easier ways.

Or are you too afraid?

You always told me,

In the middle of the night,

That you didn't deserve me.

You know what? You're damn right!!

 

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  • hilly
    February 1, 2008

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    There is a rule, it goes "plain background." Anything but, aren't you a rebel? I actually don't care much about the rules, but this poem is cliche and evokes no emotion from the reader.


  • Quotidian Detritus
    January 12, 2008

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    Very real, this piece shows the truth, which of all things, we need more of these days. Keep living, it will get better eventually as long as you sick with it,
    Good luck,
    Blaqk