thinking out loud

A Poem by Lizzie

I waited more than a year to call you mine

Just when I thought we were dating and fine

You were cheating and lying to me

No wonder you didn’t want me around

You just wanted me to let you be

Now that supposedly love with me you found

Wanting to go with me everywhere in town

I’m waiting on that sound

The sound of you saying babe I’m sorry

The sound of you saying babe don’t worry

But the sound is weak the vision is blurry

Can you grow up? And please hurry

I am getting too old for this

If you want me to say yeah I’m proud to be his

Then grow up and apologize when you should

It ain’t going to kill you it’ll do you good

But why does it seem like I’m always begging and asking?

Maybe that’s why we have been lasting?

Is it me that just pieces us together

Tell me the truth I beg ya

You’re not supposed to leave me talking blether

Am I getting through you at all?

You sure you’ll catch me when I fall?

Just like I did all these months weeks and days

Will you have the same patience that on you I wasted away?

Will you even try cause you’ve said that before

Or will you simply shrug it off and ignore

Guess I don’t know what to think anymore

Just giving you another chance but I’m asking myself … how many more?

© 2017 Lizzie

Author's Note

let me know what y'all think. Thank you.

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barleygirl

This message sounds like a cross between a country song & a real-life argument. I think your points of contention are very true-to-life for many relationships. I can feel the way this narrator is being pulled in different directions: stay or drop this fool? This choice is presented so realistically, I almost want to shake her & tell her she can do much better.