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Pointing Fingers

Poetry By: XxXLoVeBuGxXx
Young adult


......I'm sorry


Submitted:Jul 22, 2010    Reads: 59    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


We were best friends,

Brother and sister,

Dated a couple times,

Just to try it.

Now, we're yelling at each other...

Stammering and stumbling,

Just to get ahold of everything.

Trying to find the case behind what we're even yelling about.

My hands are shaking

As you yell at me

And call me a liar.

I feels like I just fell to the ground.

I can hear my heart beat in my head.

I can't breathe...

Are my lungs even working?

I spew out something,

But it's barely audible,

Because of the fear in my throat.

I hang my head in shame

As you look down at me in disappointment.

I'm trying to scream as leave,

But I can't move...

I broke myself.

No one's there to help me fix myself up.

I cry.

There's nothing left to do...

It's the only thing I can do.

You keep walking away.

I reach out, trying to grab your hand,

But you're too far away.

I hide in myself...

Try to convince myself that it's going to be okay.

I curl up in a ball.

"He'll come back."

But you never do.

If we hadn't pointed fingers,

If we didn't hang on to buissness that wasn't ours,

But no one's going to say sorry..

Besides me...

And you'll ignore my pitiful pleads,

And move on.

"He'll be back.

And I won't point fingers anymore."





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