These are poems that I wrote aobut my 1st break up great to relate to if you just broke up |
Not Over Him I'm not over him Happy, angry, sad is what I am I'm too much for him Can't Do It I cannot do it He is not the one for me We just couldn't be Funk I'm in this funk He caused the funk I am in Does this mean he wins? How Could It Go Wrong? I thought it was good I thought everything was fine How could it go wrong? What's Wrong? You ask me what's wrong I don't know how to explain Nothing's wrong I say How Could I? How could I do this? I knew it would hurt this much, In the very, very end What Did I Do Wrong? What did I do wrong? How could I mess up so bad? I crushed myself Talk I can't talk to him For the tension is too strong Suddenly I'm gone Us There is no more us Us is gone and we are left Did us really exist? Different I thought 'he's different' I thought 'maybe he would stay' But he's not that way Believe I heard what you said Why do you have to be right? Don't want to believe Why do I believe? I know I have bad karma Should have known better Talking At Last We can finally talk It should be a big relief But it's not enough Believe I heard what you said Why do you have to be right? I didn't want to believe you But why'd I believe in him? When I know that I have bad karma And I should have known better In the first place That nothing good could come of it She Tells Me She tells me "He's a dork and he's not worth all the sorrow" "Get over it" And this is what I have to say to her "But I love him." "You don't just get over the people that you love" "Or at least I know that I don't" "I'm still not over my first ex-boyfriend" "Who broke up with me over a month ago" "I mean, I'm not over my dead brother" "And he died 9 years ago "And to tell you the truth" "I don't think that I'll ever get over my first ex anytime soon" "So what makes you think that I?ll get over this so easy" Crying On the inside I am crying On the outside I am not When I don't want to cry I do When I do want to cry I don't When I want to go to sleep I sit up all night silently crying (And wake up in the morning, With an enormous headache) But when I want to silently cry I go to sleep without a trouble (Except not being able, To cry myself to sleep) When I do want to cry I have to force myself to And when I don't want to cry I have to force myself not to On the inside I am crying And on the outside I wear a mask So I don't start crying, On the outside too Is He Thinking What I'm Thinking? I see him walking through the hall Is he thinking what I'm thinking? I see him sitting over there In that chair Is he thinking what I'm thinking? He walks past, Very fast Not looking down at me Is he thinking, what I'm thinking? We make eye-contact And look away in a flash Was he thinking? What I was thinking? I was thinking about the fact That if we were still together, It would be our two month anniversary today Did he even know, about that? Playing With My Emotions I know what you're doing, Don't thing that I can't see it You're playing with my emotions, You're trying to get inside So you can mess me up You do things like break up with me, Don't talk to me. And then all of a sudden, You sit next to me and talk to me, willingly Not ignoring me like usually Get really close But it adds up to, me having to hide From the thing that confuses me, Love. And the things that I hate, Disappointment, Being ashamed of, Not feeling loved, And being hated, By the people that I love And the people that love me. But then again...love? Love? What is 'Love'? Love is the mystery that no one can understand Love is misery, undercover as a box of chocolates. (And I love chocolates, Or do I?) What is this 'Love'? Love is the thing that causes some suicides. What does that mean? You ask, It means that, aren't some of the people who are suicidal, Suicidal because they don't feel loved? Or because they don't think that anyone loves them? Think about that, The next time that you claim that you're in love. Beside why should only some people feel loved, While others have never felt love and never will? What makes those people so superior to ever one else? What did they do to deserve love? At Normal (Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months) At normal Is a fairly great place to be, Or so I've heard Because to tell you the truth I don't think that I've ever been there At least not in a long time Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, That's about how long it's been Yep, that long But why? Why does it have to be that long? Can't I just fix everything To go back to 'at normal' Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, Maybe it can't go back to normal Maybe it can never go back Maybe it was banned or something Maybe I scared it away Just like him I miss normal I miss him But out of the two which do I miss more? Normal or him? Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, I still don't know which I miss more Normal? Or him? |