Poetry

The Sad Poem.

Maybe if I drink enough I'll forget your name.
Maybe if I pop enough pills I'll stop crying.
Maybe if I smoke enough cigarettes I won't think about your lips on mine.
Maybe if I just left I wouldn't be writing this sad poem.
I'm a sad poem.
No one takes there time to read me though.
Maybe thats why you left.
I wasn't the mistake, you were.
Or maybe I'm making excuses,
because it really hurts,
and I wish you were here.
I should have tried harder.
Smiled more.
Laughed more.
I'm sorry I'm sad and complicated.
I wish I was easier to understand.
I'm so sorry I mess up everything I touch.
You were a beautiful sunset and I was a horrendous storm.
She was draped in rainbows and I wore black.
I should have known better to mess with such beautiful creations that leave you in waiting.
You shine all day in the warmth of the sun.
I shine all night in the comforting shine of the stars.
I may not like bright things but my world outshines anything you could ever give me.