If only I knew where to begin, baby.
I screwed up, so forgive me, maybe?
My lips still burn since that night,
From your venom, that started the fight.
You grabbed me and yelled, you wanted to know:
"Is she prettier than me?" My answer was no.
But you didn't hear me, you were blinded by rage,
Your behaviour was crazy, you didn't act your age.
I tried to get away so things would calm down,
Yet you followed, and kept shaking your crown.
Your king is not perfect, I hope you see that now.
I wasn't going to kneel, and I wasn't going to bow.
I stood my ground, even when you came at me,
Pushing you back, but only for my safety.
Your rage it scares me, like a little boy,
Like a father who hits him with his broken toy.
I can't go on without you, but you've shut me out.
You've gone silent after wanting to scream and shout.
I know you need to focus, it's an important time for you,
But I've been sending texts and leaving voicemails too.
All have gone unanswered to my dismay,
And yet I still have so much to fucking say.
I can't do this alone, I refuse to give up,
I'll wait for you, I'll keep emptying my cup.
The strength that I have, the persistence too,
I swear I got it all, from loving you.
So you see, I can't stop even if I wanted,
Your heart would curse me, I'd forever be haunted.
So I write, and I wait, and I sometimes sing,
With the hope, that one day, I may buy you a ring.
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Words of Time: A Collection of Poems Throughout The Years
PoetryA collection of poems from my early years, up to the present. Many are about love, but also family, friends, life in general, as well as the struggles many of us face as we discover ourselves. #Wattys2016 #Wattys2019 *Note: Stories with an asterisk...