Here's another poem for you bros I wrote today. I thought I'd share it with you.
The back story to this poem is well, I met this girl by the name of Megan last year. The second I laid my eyes on her... I couldn't believe it. An angel was standing before me, pure perfection. It took weeks and I finally summed up the courage to talk to her. I came to her locker, only to see her holding and kissing my former bestfriend. I was heart broken, but I shook it off. Just a couple months ago, I was advertising a video of me singing on Facebook. (I'm well known in my small community for my musical performances via Facebok). I was sending the link in messages asking for people to check them out, and accidentally sent one to her. Best mistake of my life. We began talking and hit it off so well. We rushed into things a bit, but by about 3 weeks we were dating and I couldn't be anymore happy. I was finally with the girl of my dreams...
about 2 and a half weeks later, I realized everthing she said to me was a lie. She didn't want me. She wanted the social status of dating me, and when another boy came along, a more "popular" boy (I was unaware of the fact that I was even "popular) she completely dropped me, and had forgotten completely of my very existence. I let all of my emotions out in this poem, and I hope you bros can find so relation to this. Enjoy.
I am broken.
You broke me.
You are the reason I am not okay.
But it's not your fault.
I let you break me.
I let you abandon me like the trash that I am.
Memories turn to nightmares.
Nightmares turn to reality.
But it's not your fault.
You picked me up when I had fallen.
You found the pieces of my shattered heart,
With your love as the support,
You slowly but surely repaired it.
You handed it back to me with that smile on your face.
I handed it right back with a note on it;
"It's yours to keep".
You placed it on the shelf,
You took care of it.
When the dust got on it you brushed it off.
And when it'd fall off the shelf and break,
You'd pick it right back up, and replace all the broken pieces.
But one day a boy came knocking on your door,
He handed you flowers and a box of chocolates.
You took my heart off of the shelf,
You cleared off the spot where my heart used to be.
You made way for the flowers and chocolates.
You took my heart and tossed it into the closet.
But it's not your fault...
You pushed me down when I was falling.
You looked in the closet only to find my heart had crumbled to pieces.
You swept up the pieces,
and with that smile on your face...
You dumped them next to my cold, shivering body.
I stumbled, and managed my way off the ground.
I scooped up in my hands what I could of the pieces,
I took the pieces and put them in a box.
I put a note on it;
"It's yours to keep"...
I put the box at your doorstep and made my way home.
But it's not your fault.
It was never your fault...
The back story to this poem is well, I met this girl by the name of Megan last year. The second I laid my eyes on her... I couldn't believe it. An angel was standing before me, pure perfection. It took weeks and I finally summed up the courage to talk to her. I came to her locker, only to see her holding and kissing my former bestfriend. I was heart broken, but I shook it off. Just a couple months ago, I was advertising a video of me singing on Facebook. (I'm well known in my small community for my musical performances via Facebok). I was sending the link in messages asking for people to check them out, and accidentally sent one to her. Best mistake of my life. We began talking and hit it off so well. We rushed into things a bit, but by about 3 weeks we were dating and I couldn't be anymore happy. I was finally with the girl of my dreams...
about 2 and a half weeks later, I realized everthing she said to me was a lie. She didn't want me. She wanted the social status of dating me, and when another boy came along, a more "popular" boy (I was unaware of the fact that I was even "popular) she completely dropped me, and had forgotten completely of my very existence. I let all of my emotions out in this poem, and I hope you bros can find so relation to this. Enjoy.
I am broken.
You broke me.
You are the reason I am not okay.
But it's not your fault.
I let you break me.
I let you abandon me like the trash that I am.
Memories turn to nightmares.
Nightmares turn to reality.
But it's not your fault.
You picked me up when I had fallen.
You found the pieces of my shattered heart,
With your love as the support,
You slowly but surely repaired it.
You handed it back to me with that smile on your face.
I handed it right back with a note on it;
"It's yours to keep".
You placed it on the shelf,
You took care of it.
When the dust got on it you brushed it off.
And when it'd fall off the shelf and break,
You'd pick it right back up, and replace all the broken pieces.
But one day a boy came knocking on your door,
He handed you flowers and a box of chocolates.
You took my heart off of the shelf,
You cleared off the spot where my heart used to be.
You made way for the flowers and chocolates.
You took my heart and tossed it into the closet.
But it's not your fault...
You pushed me down when I was falling.
You looked in the closet only to find my heart had crumbled to pieces.
You swept up the pieces,
and with that smile on your face...
You dumped them next to my cold, shivering body.
I stumbled, and managed my way off the ground.
I scooped up in my hands what I could of the pieces,
I took the pieces and put them in a box.
I put a note on it;
"It's yours to keep"...
I put the box at your doorstep and made my way home.
But it's not your fault.
It was never your fault...