Where The Grass Grows

I Write Poems

I write poems
The words only come out when I'm sad
When I'm yearning for something, I cannot have
I write, I write word after word
Spilling my heart out onto paper
But nothing ever makes this pain better

I write about you
And although I will not say who you are
You already know your name
I write about the love I felt for you
But you never came home
You never stayed
You came and you went
But not once were you anything more than a stranger
I write about what little I remember of you
Your sweet smile and the sound of your voice when you were happy
As much as I want to
I can't forget the things I love about you
I can't even forget that I love you

Though I stopped crying long ago
My heart still screams, it still crawls
With what little energy she has left
She still looks for you
But she's never found you

I write poems
In them I write about you
And although I will not say your name
You already know your fate

I write about the alcohol you drank
You loved its sweet taste
And the cigarettes
You couldn't help but feel happier
As your lungs filled with smoke

I loved you when you were drunk
Even more than when you were sober
When you drank you wouldn't shoo me away
But when you were sober
The words that were said
Came only from anger

I write poems
I write about you
I don't need to say your name
You were already expecting to be here
You know what you did even if you can't admit it

I write about the thinks you would say
And the things you would do
To such a young girl
So little and afraid
You didn't care
You smiled at my pain

The truth is I never hated you
I loved you; still do
A part of my heart stayed with you
With hopes to guide you forward
So, make sure to put it to good use

I write poems
In them I write about my life
It's obnoxious really,
But with each poem I write
I feel like I can breathe again
Like a weight has been lifted
And the pain isn't so bad
I can finally leave it all in the past
Like I can move forward
Without looking back.