Poem
i like the last few lines...but...other than that..i hate it..
End Game
Oddly enough, feelings come at the worst and inappropriate times. Odd it may be, cruel that it is, never has it been so cruel. All the other lines I wrote were just practice. Practice for my final words. This poem isn’t like the others. This poem has the same emotion, and it has the same vocabulary, but it’s not the same. This is it. I’ll stop trying. It’s clear that you don’t want me, so clear that it’s cutting at my soul. Physical attraction isn’t worth shit if you can’t stop thinking about the person as just that, a person. You’ve made me realize what I look for. I look for intelligence, humor, but above all, I look for that special “it”. If you don’t have “it” then you’re just another girl that I’ll probably hurt. It sucks to look at it that way, but I can’t believe that I can do just about whatever I really desire, but you put it into perspective when I realize that I can’t have everything. Maybe this poem is just like every other one. It probably is. But being told to give up, it’s the hardest thing I’ll do. It’s the deepest feeling that I’ll remember. Now I just need to be put out of my misery.
And I hope the day that I break down,
The day that mentally, I just can't take it,
I hope to God that I'm holding a knife in my hand.
im sorry for letting you read that...
End Game
Oddly enough, feelings come at the worst and inappropriate times. Odd it may be, cruel that it is, never has it been so cruel. All the other lines I wrote were just practice. Practice for my final words. This poem isn’t like the others. This poem has the same emotion, and it has the same vocabulary, but it’s not the same. This is it. I’ll stop trying. It’s clear that you don’t want me, so clear that it’s cutting at my soul. Physical attraction isn’t worth shit if you can’t stop thinking about the person as just that, a person. You’ve made me realize what I look for. I look for intelligence, humor, but above all, I look for that special “it”. If you don’t have “it” then you’re just another girl that I’ll probably hurt. It sucks to look at it that way, but I can’t believe that I can do just about whatever I really desire, but you put it into perspective when I realize that I can’t have everything. Maybe this poem is just like every other one. It probably is. But being told to give up, it’s the hardest thing I’ll do. It’s the deepest feeling that I’ll remember. Now I just need to be put out of my misery.
And I hope the day that I break down,
The day that mentally, I just can't take it,
I hope to God that I'm holding a knife in my hand.
im sorry for letting you read that...