I just wrote a poem, entilted the title for this blog. It's fantastic, it's raw, it's straight from the heart. I would love to post it, but yet I feel I would be raising a little bit of uneasieness.... if that makes sense. I mean you all have to take this as hypothetical, otherwise hmm.... it'd be interesting. Lol.
The He said She said Game
If you were to come back, come back and tell me something new
That you had always loved me, that your heart had always been true
You’d imagine us together, like we’d never been apart,
You’d tell me that’d you would never let me go, that you were in it from the start
But think again, you were wrong; I’m not in it this time
Don’t give me that look, you knew this was coming, don’t make me tell you why.
I had been the one with the dreams, the one with the hopes, the one with the smiles
And from what I knew, you were feeling just as I did, we were unified.
But then you started playing the game,
And giving me the blame,
I was clingy, you were better, I wasn’t good enough for you
If you were in it from the start, why am I the one with the broken heart?
If you knew I was the one, then why were these words coming undone?
From inside of your mouth to the girl you like
Is it fair to me? No not at all
I was there too, don’t you forget that
I saw everything that happened, and believe me, my memory was better than yours.
Don’t deny what you said, you’ve told me the truth before,
But if you were lying from the start, I want to see you out that door
Into the world where I won’t see you anymore
I just wish you would have been honest, instead of killing me to the core.
So now the roles are switched, and your saying you want me back,
You say these things never happened that I shouldn’t believe everything I hear.
Well too late for that, it seems the others told me more than you did
I will still be friends with you no matter what you did or do to me
Because I was the one that was sincere, you were everything I wanted you to be
You chose the ‘he said she said game’ whereas I never wanted to play the game
So live with the choices you’ve made
I can’t be there anymore for you, don’t expect me to
I’m done, I’ve had it, I’m through with you
Ah it gives me shivers. Mmm... I like it. I dunno. I just felt driven to write as I was walking back from a girl's dorm. And you guys don't have to agree, that's the beauty of poems. It means what you want, you write what you want and what you feel, and well, people will like it or they won't. And I'm not worried or afraid that people will take it the wrong way because well, whatever. I shouldn't hide who I am or what i think beause this is my blog. So speak away I will do. Haha.
Well welcome to my 100th post, I must say I'm glad I'm still writing. My goals haven't changed from what I started this my Freshman year. I still strive to be a writer, an excellent writer at that, and I hope that this is what God wants me to be for it'd be a shame to have such a talent and not use it. Considering this is my best talent. =) With school winding down and life moving in fast forward once again, I feel nervous about where I'll end up. But I won't bore you with that, I've said it before and you know that prayers are always welcomed.
I said goodbye to my dear friend Jen, and wish she didn't have to go. But life moves on and she will be back. She will be doing amazing things and she's doing things right up her alley, so kudos for taking that leap.
My dad is finally in rehab and I found out the other day that he has a sense of humor, and go figure, it's where I got my humor. I enjoyed seeing that side of my dad. Granted, it's going to be a long time before I really understand what it means to have a father, but I see that it is something that could happen. And I think I'm excited. I could have a family!!!
I start my job next week, and I couldn't be more scared and happy and refreshed all at the same time. Its such a good oppurtunity, praise god.
Anna is a Patnode now, and I still an't believe my ears and eyes. It's so amazing that they have each other and that they are so strong in their faith. I think it's safe to say that this is what we are all looking for and I hope that we all find it. Congrats to both of you and I wish I had the right words to explain my loe for you both.
I know this is long, and my room mate is turning of the light, so it is now time to go to bed. God bless you all and happy trails and so forth.
HELLLOOOOOOOO SUMMMER!!!!
Now im not a fan of modern poetry. IM not a fan of poetry period. Alot of it is preachy and the poets think that they are better than everyone becuase "ooo look i can make words go together and mean things that they dont because im smarter than you!" pffff. But your poem i could read. Your poem had rythem. Your poem means what it says it means. Thats good. Keep it that way. Keep your writeing honest and dont let it hide behind wierd crap... and dont dress in all black all the time and wear berets and read your poems to bongo drums. For the love of all that is holy dont read your poems to bongo drums!
ReplyDeleteAs it stands now it is perfect. See i told you you could write!
Haha why thanks nate... I try... Well no, I didn't try. This literally started oozing out of my head and I was wishing I had a notebook with me because this wasn't even half as good as what was coming out while I was walking. Grr... inspiration comes at horrible times.
ReplyDeleteInspiration isn't supposed to come at convenient times, my love! Otherwise it normally isn't inspired. It's supposed to leap out and take hold of you, shake you a bit and toss you with messy hair and a ruffled outfit. That's inspiration.
ReplyDeleteI love you my dear, and I miss you so much! We were sharing stories the other day about who inspired us everyday in our lives and I said that I owed a lot of my strength to you. You've been my inspiration ever since I met you and I want to thank you for that.
JEN!?! Jen is here everyone! Look! She appears... and has said sappy things! amazing!!!!
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