Yesterday you asked her
To be yours.
I'm not going to lie,
It stung.
Bad.
I felt the bullet slice through my heart,
Leaving me in pain.
I thought you loved me.
What happened?
Why did you give up so easily?
Am I not good enough for you?
Are my blue eyes and unique personality not enough?
Are my several talents not enough?
Is it because I got third place at my swim meet last weekend?
Or was it the way I smiled and laughed at your stupid jokes when no one else would?
This girl,
She doesn't have any of that.
She is insecure,
And gossips like a madwoman.
I've heard her call you annoying and dumb,
Stupid and childish.
If only you knew this.
If only you knew her true colors.
She wasn't yellow, pink, or even light red,
She was a deep shade of green with specks of light blue, representing sadness and jealousy.
I knew what you were going through at home,
And I understood and accepted you.
Her? She didn't understand you, nor did she accept you.
She's not me,
Is that why you came crawling back so easily?
YOU ARE READING
Purple poems
Poetry"And if a genie were to come come and tell her she had one wish, she would wish for the world to slow down, and for the pain to finally stop." #17 in tired 8/8/18
