HER NAME WAS ROSE AND SHE WAS NOTHING MORE THAN A KIND SOUL AND A PRETTY FACE. IT WAS CLEAR WHO I WAS. I WAS THE ROBIN TO HER BATMAN. I WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO COMPETE TO HER NATURAL BEAUTY. SHE WAS PRETTY, SHE WAS SMART, SHE WAS KIND, SHE WAS SOFT, SHE WAS EVERYTHING I WASNT.
HER NAME WAS ROSE AND THE WAY HER NAME AND MY NAME ROLLED OFF YOUR TONGUE WAS LIKE SWEETNESS AND POISON. IT WAS AS IF YOU HATED MY PRESENCE BUT ADORED HER. I COULDNT FATHOM WHAT YOU SAW IN HER BUT IT WAS SOMETHING THAT I DIDNT POSSESS. I TRIED AND TRIED AND TRIED TO GET YOU TO LIKE ME; I WAS BRASH, I WAS SOFT, I WAS RUDE, I WAS KIND, BUT I COULDNT GET YOU TO LIKE ME AND IT WAS DEVASTATING.
HER NAME WAS ROSE AND SHE UNKNOWNLY TOOK YOU FROM ME. ALTHOUGH YOU WERE NEVER MINE, AND YOU WERE NEVER HERS, YOU WOULD BE HERS SOONER THAN BE MINE. IT WAS AS IF WHEN YOU LEFT YOU TOOK APART OF ME WITH YOU AND I KNEW FOR AS LONG AS I LOVED AND LIVED AND LAUGHED; I WOULDNT LOVE AS HARD, I WOULDNT LIVE AS WILD, AND I COULDNT LAUGH AS HARD BECAUSE A PIECE OF ME WAS MISSING AND THAT PIECE WAS YOU.
HER NAME WAS ROSE AND MY NAME IS MELANIE AND YOU ARE NOT MINE.
YOU ARE READING
scream poetry
PoetryIM SCREAMING MY LUNGS OUT SO THAT WAY I CAN FEEL SOMETHING OTHER THAN THE EMOTIONAL PAIN WRITTEN IN THIS BOOK
