I was a vintage blouse in the thrift store,
You picked me up, and I was your first choice.
You were excited like I am the one that you're looking for.
I just cling into your arms, wishing for nothing more.
Wondering if I am good enough,
Or I'm not the one that they would laugh at,
I am different from the other,
And I am overused by my past lovers.
I was holding your hand while you saw something new,
Your eyes sparkle like your dream come true,
For a long time, it was just a false hope from you.
You put me down as you grabbed her,
My fragile antique heart got shattered.
I thought with you I would be happier than ever,
Until you found someone better.
I was your first choice,
Until you heard again her voice.
I was screaming at the top of my lungs from all of this noise,
"Please come back. Am I still yours?"
YOU ARE READING
elegies: from the diary
PoetryI turned my diary into a bunch of poetry-a set of poetry and songs for the person who was important to me. Sometimes in life, we meet a person who would re-write our future and include them in it. A perfectly well-done story that you both are writin...
