Poems by a teenager

She was mine

She was mine...

She was beautiful

She was kind

She was strong

She was mine

Have you ever been hated? Loved? Disliked? Disowned? Do you have a place to call home? All I got are my friends. They ain't much though.

I've tried so hard, it was getting harder to understand how she felt, I couldn't even lend a hand. Her mind, it took her over. Couldn't think, couldn't speak, couldn't move couldn't breath.

I could've noticed. Could've helped. But I didn't listen didn't look didn't understand.

If I had listened, or even just watched. I would have known. I could've helped her. I could have saved her. If I had answered her call that night, she would have still been mine.

I told her she was beautiful, that she was smart, nice, kind, amazing. She wouldn't listen. Wouldn't believe. Maybe if I'd tried harder, maybe she'd still be mine.

She thought I would leave. She thought I didn't love her, thought I was lying. But I wasn't. I could never lie to her, I loved her too much. Way too much.

They found a note. Said,

"I'm sorry. I loved you, but I didn't know how to love myself. I suppose I should learn to love myself first, but it's too late. I ran out of time. I'm sorry. I didn't have a place in this world, nowhere to call home. The only good part of my life was you, and even you were lying. I don't understand how you might have loved me, if you really did. I loved you but I didn't think anyone could love someone like me. I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do. Well, I guess that's all I have left to say. Goodbye."

She left me. Left me forever. Thought I wasn't ever with her. I wish she would have believed me, wish I would have answered my phone. If only I had answered, she might still be mine. 

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