Remember that dress I wore on our date- that hot summer eve?
Remember the torn sleeve?
You said casual,
But I thought my clothes could show you I was valuable.
That tear in that dress showed my name stitched into it-I was to blame,
So you started this brutal word game,
This was something I thought could be overcame,
But in this waiting game,
Your identity decided to rename,
And what you became,
Was some monster that could never change into the old same,
Our game board was burned in a flame.
You packed up the ashes of that old game and put them in a vase,
With no use.
Guess that's what you saw me- your old game- as useless,
This war was truceless.
But that doesn't mean truthless,
Because the truth is on that dusty old shelf where my ashes sit-the truth is just ruthless.
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JUST A REALLY LONG RANT OKAY ....LIKE A FEW POEM UPDATE FACTS HIDDEN BUT NOT MUCH ELSE SO YA DONT HAVE TO READ IT...ITS BASICALLY EXTRA CREDIT.....IDK...I FEEL LIKE IM YELLING.
Alrighty, so I know a lot of you few people will skip over this because honestly, it doesn't effect you much. But you reading my poems means a lot to me and It's just really (enter strongest vocab you have here) nice. And we're at 125 reads and 32 votes and 5 comments. And I don't care if you've never voted or commented or you just randomly clicked and read a single poem, I wanted to thank you. Also thanks to those who constantly vote I think I only have one poem with zero votes, I'll make sure to edit that one or delete it idk, I don't like having stuff up that you guys don't like. Feel free to tell me my grammical and spelling mistakes or if any poem isn't really good, I'll delete it. I'm just really glad I get to do this again, after I stopped I didn't think I would ever start again and I admit writing is hard sometimes and I'll shut my phone off and put it in a drawer and take a walk or a bath and I won't touch it for a while until I don't feel like I'm about to break or cry or until I calm down enough so I can breathe. I regret some choices I made with another poem book, I don't regret un publishing it, even though it had around 1,500 reads and tons of votes. That was something that needed to be done, no matter how it affected me. I do regret completely deleting it-my terrible memory doesn't remember a word from it. And I also wanted to apologize I don't update often because I mean this stuff isn't good at like all and shouldn't take as long as it does. Lastly, I kinda think only one person ...maybe two... Will read to the bottom and I really wanted to thank them, ya know who you are. Sorry for the giant paragraph, and um I maybe that was all me trying to stall, but um I think I might delete this too. My book, I mean. Maybe leave it here to age for awhile, but this doesn't feel right, whenever I write here, I think of that other book. Even if I over came that these suck. I feel dumb for thinking I could replace all my midnight thoughts with these plain ones. These don't hold meaning or my emotions, I get inspired from other things and write off that, but it's not what it used to be, not pure original thoughts. I feel silly for this and it isn't that big a deal for anyone really, and I do apologize for disappointing anyone. But I assure you there are better poems from better people with better views with better voices and better ideas with better inspiration. Mine aren't anything and I to be truthful I'll leave this to rot, because that's who I am, turns out I did find myself through these poems, I'm just some teen who runs when I get uncomfortable, but I don't think I'll let myself delete this, that'll give me a fresh start and that'll end the same way, because I repeat things. And deleting this is giving me running shoes and a new field, and I don't see the point since I only run in circles. So I'll leave this here- don't think I'll forget about you guys, you'll eventually delete this from your library or reading list or you'll move on from sad poems to inspirational quotes. But no I won't forget- it'll be a burning memory to haunt me like the rest, just maybe if I stop putting my hand on the stove, I'll stop getting burned. These poems aren't something I can share with my family(like I share anything personal with them) or my friends(I'm the stable reliable one). Maybe if I delete this, I won't feel the way I do, or think the way I do. Maybe I just.....I'll keep a diary and write about a crush(never had one of those) or school gossip(like I'm in the social circle). I could draw, gods know I need the practice for my arts classes this year. I wanted to learn a new language as well, German...Russian? And now I'm rambling, probs trying to make the other thing a bit more discrete, they might just skip over this, they came for a poem not a problem like myself. Okay, also I wanted to say that I have like five poems in editing and even though editing takes five minutes for a lot of people I like to completely change everything, I never make sense the first time around so I'll add sentences and commas, or dashes...you know the drill or deal or situation....idk it really, whoops. So those should get posted between the next few weeks, schools gonna stall it, is something I've been trying to say about those. This is now just a bunch of random stuff that I'm talking about, unimportant....no need to read completely through. Yeah um I um..bye.or as the Germans say Auf Wiedersehen.
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