Jul 15 2011
This beast
I’m lost for words I need to say
He needs to hear them, i think distantly
Watching as he walks away
Never thought that sight I’d see
A tiny whimper breaks free from me
He turns, he stops, he stares
This beast, made for eternity
Wanting me to break down, he dares
A chuckle from his throat
A cruel and horrid sound
He leaves without my vote
Looking for love, none yet found
My knees buckle, i slide down
hitting the pavement with a thud
My lips form the words, finally
then are released, like a flood
No matter what I say or do
I know I’ve already lost you
The three words that he never knew
are the simple words, I love you.
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I really like the rhyming, it seemed very natural and smooth, and the poem overall left a feeling of desperation followed by crushing despair. Great work.
Thank you for reading. The comment is appreciated.
The things you write are beautiful, and so is the person within. I’m so very sorry for the pain your feeling now. I cannot argue with you, Pixie, because you can’t hear my words. But maybe I can say this, maybe you’ll listen. I care about you, and I would miss you if you did this, and I so desperately hope that you won’t–it doesn’t matter what you think of me, hypocrite or whatever else, as long as you know that. I just wish I could make you stop hurting.