Sad Poetry

Is This Real?

We met at the hospital one day,
You told my 'bout your self harming days,
I kept my secrets close but told you "I understand"
Didn't realize one day you'd be the one holdin' my hand,
Through the good times and the bad,
The happy and the sad,
Girl you've been there for me,
and kept every secret that I've had.

Perhaps it's a bit dramatic,
But oh you're so pragmatic,
Every problem that comes up,
You make 'em seem not so tough,
During the urges you still make me smile,
And yeah it's been awhile
Since I've placed my trust in someone besides me self,
Since I've allowed myself to ask for help, and even now I question myself,
Because surely it's unfair to share with another person my hell.

But here I am, thanks to you,
Doing the one thing I'm so unused to,
Trusting one person with all my secrets,
Giving you all the tools to ruin this, to ruin me, to desert me,
Like everyone else has done,
I can only hope that you will keep what I've told you under lock and key, and that out of the ones who have hurt me, you will be the one
To help me.

You lost your grandma, I know how that feels,
I lost mine too, tryna deal with that still,
We connect so well, I ask myself "Is this real?"
Time will tell I guess, hopefully this it won't steal,
Cause keeping you close has quite the appeal,
I'll just keep hoping that we keep it real...

Jane / poems

This is a bit different than usual. It's called slam poetry, this was my first attempt. It was introduced to me by a close friend. Vote if you like it!