A mistake that changed my life

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A mistake that changed my life
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I remember the time when everything was right,
when you didn’t have to choose either me or her,
When you held my hand in front of everyone,
when you didn’t care what they thought of us ,
when you looked me in my eyes
and told me everything would be alright &
I believed you because you were by my side,
when you kissed me in front of everyone it made me believe,
it made me open my eyes & see that you were everything to me
& that I was everything you needed
But time passed & for that tiny mistake I made I ruined everything
& you just walked away from me
& left me hurt with no one to lean on & no one to cry to
Then I realize that the strong love you had for me it was all gone all gone
because a mistake was made that day a mistake that changed my life,
a mistake that today I will regret & the mistake that I would never forget
because it’s inside of me <3

It Hurts

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It Hurts
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Hopeless and tormented
from the events of life
I wish and hope with all my heart
for me to be seen or merely just noticed
I don’t want to feel this pain anymore.
My soul and mind are old and losing hope.
I’m barely hanging on.

My heart is getting ready to be foreclosed on,
and there’s nothing I can do about it.
I’m helpless, hopeless, and drained from the anxiety
felt through my body on a daily basis.

I Least Suspect

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I Least Suspect
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Drowning sorrows in drink,
Not alcohol; coffee.
Forcing myself awake
Night after night, finding
something to do;
Never myself.

Trying always to forget,
Through games, sleep, work;
The curse being the more
I try, the more I think
Of her, of then, of us.

Poems only serve to wound
Further, yet I write still,
Slowly cutting off larger,
Larger pieces of myself,
To try to forget.

Love is a fickle thing,
When it wants to be.
Sometimes it lingers on,
Long after it’s welcome.
Hurting, forcing memories.

Just when I accept
It, it leaves, hides
Where I cannot find it
in order to return
When I least suspect.

Flaws in Life

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Flaws in Life
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There are things that we do, that we try to hide.
Afraid that we might have to swallow our pride.
One thing that is just too bad for us to cause.
Makes someone else look down on our flaws.
We do what we can to try to fix all of our blames.
That doesn’t always work for things that cause shame.
We then learn to face and accept our mistakes.
So that’s when we find what will cause all the aches.
When it hurts inside from each different part.
That’s when we realize what we feel in our heart.