I watched the actors on the screen and admired the way they make characters alive
Through their emotions and words
I told myself, "I'll make characters alive too."
I wanted to be an actress,
and you knew that
You used to make fun of me
Because my dream seemed out of reach
I couldn't act the way they could
I couldn't cry or laugh when needed
I couldn't.
But the day you left,
When you shattered my soul,
I wrote my pain.
And guess what?
I wrote more,
And more,
And more.
Words remained a constant
And I'll keep writing
Maybe someday I'll stop writing about you
And finally about someone new
YOU ARE READING
Poems 'cause why not?
PoetryThese poems are supposed to be completely personal for only me and some for her, but why not share it? Surely, in some dimension, we all know how it feels to get our feelings toyed with, be strung along, be in pain, be happy at times too so... Here...
