I had my blue pen, the one with tiny crystals that reminded me of the stars,
I loved it ever so much, until it was yours,
You took it without thinking twice,
and I smiled because the cocoons in me had just erupted into tiny, pretty little butterflies.
Your brown eyes weren't plain, or boring, they held meaning,
my hobbies, my writings, I turned them into love letters that I would never give,
until the diamond of them all was yours.
I treasured my brain, I knew I was smart,
until you came along and I let you cheat off of me for a good mark.
I saved my scents, the candles, the creams, the tiny strips that I used at malls to test perfumes,
Until you made me want to catch your soulful eye and all that was yours.
I had my wits and my humour,
and I cherished them and shared them with everyone, until it was just yours.
How could I have been this blind,
that all that I kept giving, all that, that was once mine,
is now yours, yours to keep,
because I gave it all up, for you, to steal your heart,
Ironic really, I'm a thief, only I lost everything I owned to try and get you.
I never did. My gullible, delinquent heart.
YOU ARE READING
broken, bitter unsaid things
PoetryA collection of my poetry about things in my life that are not very frequently talked about. Let me know if reading these poems makes you want me to write a book using fictional characters but have the same plot as my life.
