Conversations

45 11 6
                                    

Instead of jumping right into the poem like usual, I'm doing the author's note before the poem to explain it. This poem is like no other poem I've ever written. It might seem weird due to its structure, so sorry if it's too awkward to read. I can fix it if it sucks, haha.

The first stanza is written in someone else's point of view. (In case you're wondering whose POV that is, it would be the POV of my ex, aka Unicorn. [If you read my random book, you would get that reference]. Unicorn is not his real name. That's his code name.) The second stanza is written in my POV. This poem is supposed to be like a conversation between the two of us that expresses a situation we just went through. 

The image with this poem is a tiny section of the actual conversation him and I had today. It was a sad conversation and was brutally honest, but things are better now.

Let me know what you guys think. Comments are really appreciated - I love hearing your feedback.

°°°

❝I made an abundance of awful mistakes

Awful mistakes that led to tough heartbreak

And tough heartbreak that led to lasting headaches.

But the simple phrase I tend to say

Means nothing at all, even to this day.

I'm sick of this pain - will it ever go away?

I have no one else. I just need you to stay.

I wish you'd forgive, but you won't forget

So I just sit alone in sorrow and feel upset.

What's the point? Why do I try?

You hate me now. Is this goodbye?

Please don't leave me. I regret all of my lies.

I really care; I didn't mean to cause you pain

But because of me, we'll never be the same

And I'm sorry for making you play this game.❞

❝You made an abundance of awful mistakes

Over and over again, but for my sake

You said an honest apology to end my heartache.

I can tell you care, even though it seems

Like the past two weeks were all bad dreams.

I thought you left me for someone else

Without even considering how I truly felt. 

It wasn't the first time I felt this pain

You were a new person and it was a new game. 

I was sick of playing. This wasn't fair

Reliving the past was putting me in despair. 

After a storm of words and a flood of tears

You fixed your actions and erased my fears

And now our true feelings are crystal clear.❞

Amber. [A Poetry Book]Where stories live. Discover now