why dont you love me?
is it something i said?
some thing i did?
please tell me,
feeling like im not wanted here.
do you even hear me?
i feel like im five not nineteen.
what do i have to do to gain your respect?
i sat down yesterday and listen to "when we die"
seems like what im trying to say.
you sit there telling me gilded lies.
honeyed to make sure i stay in your grasp.
lying when you say you would try harder to give me space.
i saw the looks you gave me when i started crying.
they were looks of a woman that didnt care.
dont you love me anymore? seems like i did something wrong.
every song i hear is about our relationship.
cant seem to be able to live together.
but you keep pulling me back.
let me breath....
A contest entry
- SAD Poetry--- Let Me Have Your Best by Ativan.
900 points, ended November 2, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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You have a lot of emotion in here. Almost as if you are trying to overwhelm the reading with emotion. You seem to be trying to hit the emotional button. I enjoyed it, and although, I think it was a bit overdone, nontheless, it is good. Thanks for entering it.
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