Invisible

Invisible

A Poem by Amy

Youre beautiful, I caught you.
You finally noticed me, I saw you.
You approach me, I jump you.
You talk to me, I smile for you.

You ignore me, Im confused?
You
re busy doing what?
I want to be f**k buddies.
Is that what this is all about?
All I hear are the stinging words of pleasure ringing in my ears;
brings everything I
ve fought for to tears.
I kinda wanted something more meaningful.
Oh. he says.
What the hell kind of bullshit is this?
IGNORE HIM my best says.
Yet I still find myself talking to him.
I am invisible now,
that’s all I ever was,
and everyone can see it but me.

© 2010 Amy


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ouch!! lust can disguise itself into many things and blind us as to our own true worth do not listen to it on these matters as it is fun but has the wisdom of a fool

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is really sad.

Posted 13 Years Ago


All I hear are the stinging words of pleasure ringing in my ears;

I loved that line. And I know whom this is about. Well let's just say, he's worthless and he's the one invisible because you ARE going to leave him in the dark.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This was so sd :(
It really touched my heart though!
You constructed it very nicely and I like the way you describe things giving just enough to create an image for the reader but not shoving the message down our throats, genius. Beautiful write, really
-Cathrine

Posted 13 Years Ago


wow... sad. it suxsto love someone and they don't feel the same way. :(

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Hello, my name is Amy. 22 years old. I'm a strong, independent, free thinking person. I don't have to see the world through the same eyes as everybody else. I have my own opinions. I can use my .. more..

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