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 Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 2:08 am
Haha,
remember that valentines day?
You didn't get me anything.
I got you something though.
I drew a rose on a piece of paper,
then I wrote;
"I wanted to get you real flowers, but the shop was closed. I still hope this paper rose will be enough. I love you with all my heart and more."
I watched as we glued it to your wall.
I wonder what happened to it.
What did you do with it?
Did you cover it so you can keep it?
No, you couldn't have...
I still have the box of chocolates you bought me.
It may be empty, but I still have it.
It's one of the last reminders.
If I lose them all I think I might die.
I keep my promises.
I'll love you forever and ever we exchanged.
I said, "promise?"
You said, "Promise."
But, how could you lie to me and spit in my face?
the next week after you left me you got somebody new.
The week after that you went on vacation with him?
I called you and poured my heart out to you.
You didn't seem flattered.
Of course I didn't want that.
I just wanted you to hug me one last time and say,
"Everything's going to be okay."
The last time that was said to me...
Was about a long a** time ago.
Do you know what I would do for someone I love,
someone I cherish to say that to me?
I guess you don't understand...
You got a new love interest haha...
Why should you care about a suicidal maniac like myself.
-----
Damn, the remeron didn't work.
You don't remember?
Remeron, is my sleeping pill babe.
I tried taking 900mg instead of my 15mg dosage.
when I took 30mg I passed out in the hospital..
When I took the 900mg I just got sleepy.
I let myself fall asleep, hoping I wouldn't wake up.
It didn't work. Damn.
I get to live another day with a heavy heart,
no ambitions,
Paranoia, etc.
I kept a promise.
Can't you remember?
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 12:37 pm
very sweet. i love how you exspressed the pain. how she was. how he loved her. i love it very great.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 12:23 pm
marieaskelinton very sweet. i love how you expressed the pain. how she was. how he loved her. i love it very great. ;__________________________; How he was* How he loved him* This is a poem about my personal life, and my recent breakup with my ex. >.<
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 6:22 am
Aff-
It's a Gay poem ;___________;
Oh well. Lol
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Undesired Desire Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 2:24 pm
Bring on your torture, your bullets, your pains I don't think it's gay, I think it's real. But, to guys, I don't know. I guess it seems gay that you're open. stare It totally isn't gay. And in my heart, things aren't the same.
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 5:02 am
Undesired Desire Bring on your torture, your bullets, your pains I don't think it's gay, I think it's real. But, to guys, I don't know. I guess it seems gay that you're open. stare It totally isn't gay. And in my heart, things aren't the same. Okay this is what I mean to say; This poem is about a real life event that happened with me. I am the narrator and it just so happens to be between two guys. ><
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