Collection of Poems

The Real Question

I'm a tissue .

There when you need me but  thrown away when your done.  

Forgotten. 

Like a piece of trash. 

Your not a puppy so stop following. 

I'm still here watching, ignored in the dark. 

You can't even tell anyone more when I'm hurt or happy. 

Or maybe you just don't care.

Perhaps I'm not worth thinking about it.  

Your there, but then your gone. 

Changes between the two made  fast as lightening

Do you not care? 

You act as if you like me.

But it seems others are better.  

You don't wait on me. 

Just her. 

Just your number one. 

I know she is so tell me so. 

Say to my face, I'm not good enough. 

I'm just a last resort. 

She our friend too you know, not just yours. 

I don't even think sharing is in your vocabulary. 

I would do anything for you. 

But I guess that doesn't matter. 

I get it your best friends. 

But I don't understand is you call me your "best friend" too. 

Yet you don't treat me like you treat her. 

Asking her to hang out right in front of me. 

Maybe I deserve it. 

Maybe you felt the same way I do at one point. 

But if you did then you wouldn't be doing it. 

Call it jealously, but many of us feel it. 

Like were not as important.  

I'm going to blow up. 

Like a fiery dragon.

My words will be like the singe of flames, lapping at your ankles.

I'll be a volcano unable to take anymore.

I would say something but I 'd lose control.

I don't  want  to lose you. 

When you actually make time for all those feelings evaporate. 

But your sucking my inspiration for everything. 

Is all the pain, the hurt, the loneliness worth it? 

I guess that's the real question. 

When do I draw the line. 

Before I disappear I guess. 

Oh and, have fun at the movies tonight. 

While a sit and replay the times it was easy.