The Renegade

Sometimes we're so certain that things are the way we think... when in reality, they are the exact opposite, and we fall into the deepest pit of heartbreak, all because we fooled ourselves.

I saw who you were

I couldn't help but admire

I was so certain

This would and could not backfire.

The renegade was an outlaw

The renegade set down the law

I guess I saw no flaws

The renegade hiding behind

Everything I foresaw.

Sure, he's made mistakes

But do you think it changes me at all?

Scars on my face

From his mistakes

I don't mind falling from grace

I believe this is my home and place

I wish you left

And please give my heart back

The worst kind of theft

I wish you never came home

Because either way you left me all alone

I wish you'd never put your makeup on

You're opening the curtains

Taking the microphone

Now it's your show

I wish you'd quit your speculating

You pushed me down

I'm so low

I can still feel the ache in my back

You can't take this all back

Tell me, I'm begging, what did we ever lack?

Because I fell in love with an outlaw

He was blinded by the fortune and fame he saw

Thought I was safe in your arms

New hopes and storms and dreams

You're not what you seem

All along you were never my home.

The ghosts couldn't have made it clearer.

Throughtout this whole year... I guess it'd been a two way mirror.

Author's Note

My second poem! Also, all these poems are based on my own characters I haven't posted stories about yet! And, they're heavily inspired by the LEGEND Gabbie Hanna! She's awesome, listen to her music if you haven't!

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

Interesting rhyme pattern. I'm glad you clarify in the notes what you are writing. I can feel for a character same as a poet, but it is good to know I don't have to worry about a character's state of mind. Otherwise I might write a poem to make it all better.

Bill

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Thank you so much! Your reviews are very appreciated. (:

[barleygirl]

To me, your poem does not make this situation feel like a hands-down bad choice. It's hard to tell if the object of this poem is bad or just human frailties. Likewise, the narrator of this poem is presented as being on the fence -- is he/she gullible or just trying to trust a person he/she is getting to know? All this "gray area" in your tone & presentation is what makes this powerful . . . gray areas just like life. Was it right to believe this person or was it foolish? (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Thank you! Your reviews are so uplifting and kind and always find a way to read into the poetry in the coolest way. Thank you again!

[Molly]

Great poem! I like the contrast of speaking directly to him and then referring to him in third person. It fleshes out the emotions of the poem. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it feels as though the third person was there to pull the emotions back from him, like he doesn't matter anymore. And that really stood out to me! I look forward to more poems :)

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Thank you so much! This comment really meant a lot to me and you got it right about the third person! Thank you, because this really made my day.