Poems: Gade 12- Present Day

Stage Talk

How does one write when all your feelings

Have been gone for so long...

How does one just be honest without care

How does one simply jump without backing up a step first...

And the only answer I really cared for..was yours.

Im getting sick.

Of being around people.

Including you....

I hate the constant reminder that I fucked up

And let you slip through...

I never let it go, so i can't blame you either.

Im just really sick. And fucking tired.

I am a liar. I did lie. I took your trust,

Which I treasured so much...

And watch it set a flame

That resfreshing chance of second

Was my last.

I hate the fact that everytime I talk to you

I want to hug you, or kiss you

To talk for hours, or cuddle

But...

Just being around you, makes me sick.

Now do not take my words and twist them

I am sick of myself for feeling like such.

I don't deserve you.

Never did. Never will.

I don't know how much longer I can simply hold on

Im truly slipping.

You havent noticed yet

Im getting farther, so it will hurt less

When I take a hold of my life line

And cut it without regret.

This is how one acts...