I wrote this at 12 a.m. on Valentine's Day.

Your words run through my mind.

Like a broken record,

repeating more, and more, over time.

I use to believe in forever,

but now I find myself gradually loosing this endeavor.

What we had,

is what I ache for.

Did you mean anything you ever said?

Quickly opened, and quickly shut,

there's no hope for the future of this door.

Do you believe in the life we led?

I never thought I'd be alone.

I feel so empty...

Without you, I feel dead.

My vision blurred, leaving nothing else to see.

I look at your photograph,

with tears forming in my eyes.

You mean so much to me...

It seems as though you left without a trace of goodbye.

There's not a single day that goes by,

where you're not the only thing on my mind,

and all I can pull myself to do, is cry.

Heart-break was never taken literally.

But this pain in my chest...

I feel it way too deep.

The worst of it all,

is the act that nothing ever happened.

You'll never be there to catch me as I fall.

How can you pretend?

Those three words you whispered in my ear,

is all it took.

You're almost too good at what you do...

Too good to be true...

You had me fooled.

All of these emotions.

Poem, after, poem.

I haven't lost sight of my devotion,

although your's has dimmed;

long ago, set out in motion.


drown me out,

in everything you're not about.

You use to numb my pain,

with your false words, and your false life;

taken by me, all in strife.

Tell me you love me,

so I can make it through another day.

Pretend to care,

and be sure to hold sway.

Feed me the false hope,

of our false future together.

I'd rather hear your distortion,

than come to terms with the actual,

unholy proportion.

My mind tells me to stand clear,

but my heart is louder,

and advises to stay near.


come closer...

I can almost feel your breath.

Extend your arms,

and desperatly reach for my hand.

Sometimes, I wish I could stand...

On my own again...

Can't we just pretend?

For, I haven't grown.

I'm stuck in this single space...

Forever stopped, in this unknown place.

I can no longer keep up with the pace.

Layer, after layer.

Emotions run high.

I fell in love with a player,

no chance for goodbye.

pretend to live...

Pretend to love...

Start from scratch,

all over again.

Begin again... All alone.

All over again.

Can we pretend?

Submitted: May 04, 2011

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I love this poem, its sad but really good :) Keep it up.!

Wed, May 4th, 2011 3:43am


Thank you!

Tue, November 8th, 2011 1:59pm


Thank you! (:

Wed, May 4th, 2011 5:35am

Nocturnal Writer

WOW! You have a amazing gift for poetry. Just WOW! :)

Fri, May 6th, 2011 10:35am


Awe! Thank you! (: That really means a lot.

Fri, May 6th, 2011 8:45am

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