you were stronger than before
and I was weaker than ever;
1.
a safety ring tied around my ankles
is all that keeps me from jumping into the unknown.
I was always more or less a coward, in your eyes
because you were too afraid of failing
and I was way too good at crashing into brick walls.
I rush around blindly opening all the windows
hoping something like wind and someone like you,
a boy with his own shape could find
his own way through the screen.
the wind is harsh and it stings my face
while you run wild, without me.
it was the hair that really drew me to him, at first
I had no idea why his eyes changed color as often as the rain fell
and after counting all the sunny days
I realized there were only two in the entire year,
the first when his eyes didn’t cross my mind,
and the second was the day I thought I was leaving for good,
ironic isn’t it, that the sunny days were the worst of my life.
2.
sometimes,
sometimes I try to lie to myself
and pretend I am blind.
it helps for a while but everything about him
always seems to penetrate the fog
and even the most dismal of days.
sometimes I laugh but most times I cry waxen tears
which I later paint to imitate everything that I have seen.
sometimes,
sometimes I don’t really do anything at all
3.
but most days
most days, I still believe in you.
and I was weaker than ever;
1.
a safety ring tied around my ankles
is all that keeps me from jumping into the unknown.
I was always more or less a coward, in your eyes
because you were too afraid of failing
and I was way too good at crashing into brick walls.
I rush around blindly opening all the windows
hoping something like wind and someone like you,
a boy with his own shape could find
his own way through the screen.
the wind is harsh and it stings my face
while you run wild, without me.
it was the hair that really drew me to him, at first
I had no idea why his eyes changed color as often as the rain fell
and after counting all the sunny days
I realized there were only two in the entire year,
the first when his eyes didn’t cross my mind,
and the second was the day I thought I was leaving for good,
ironic isn’t it, that the sunny days were the worst of my life.
2.
sometimes,
sometimes I try to lie to myself
and pretend I am blind.
it helps for a while but everything about him
always seems to penetrate the fog
and even the most dismal of days.
sometimes I laugh but most times I cry waxen tears
which I later paint to imitate everything that I have seen.
sometimes,
sometimes I don’t really do anything at all
3.
but most days
most days, I still believe in you.
Author notes
mesmerized--x
prompt: held together with tape
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sorry my title wasn't very creative
.. but i liked this prompt. kinda went on a slight tangent.
hope you like 
& I'm glad to be on your favourites
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Comments
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omgomg..cutest poem ever
i love it just as much as i love you
(which is a lot btw)
xoxo
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hehe
thanks babesss♥
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I had no idea why his eyes changed color as often as the rain fell
i loooved that.
and i really really liked the beginning. because it shows u how the whole poem was going to tie together

xoxox


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thanks


ps. beautiful pictureee
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it was the hair that really drew me to him, at first
I had no idea why his eyes changed color as often as the rain fell
and after counting all the sunny days
I realized there were only two in the entire year,
the first when his eyes didn’t cross my mind,
and the second was the day I thought I was leaving for good,
ironic isn’t it, that the sunny days were the worst of my life.
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bleh amazingness!!!!
thank you and good luck -
"it was the hair that really drew me to him, at first
I had no idea why his eyes changed color as often as the rain fell"
Ha, this is so much like my ex.
His eyes changed from near black to a lovely light brown colour, and his hair..... *sigh*
This is such a wonderful write!
You're very talented
Shelly
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thanks a lot

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Sounds like all the relationships Iv'e been in. The fear can do something to you and the confrontation of the emotions you hide can kill you even more than allowing yourself to care. Very strong and can definately relate to this piece on an emotional level.
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it was the hair that really drew me to him, at first
I had no idea why his eyes changed color as often as the rain fell
fuck I love that.
but most days
most days, I still believe in you.
BRILLIANT ending.
enough said.
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