You make me sick

this poem is about my feelings towards a particular boy who stole my heart and won't give it back.

You Make Me Sick.

You make me sick,

sick of trying

and failing.

Sick of hurting

and crying,

But this sickness isn't something a few pills and bed rest can cure,

this is something only you can fix.

And it makes me sick,

I wonder how on earth I let it get to this point

and it makes me sick.

My mind often strays and I think of you, again it makes me sick.

Sick to think I once meant everything to you,

sick to think you still mean everything to me.

You're both the reason and the cure,

it's your love I need, I'm sure.

But you just like to play.

Author's Note

okay so what do you peoples think?

Reviews

[Sierra Nerys]

I love the feelings you portrayed through this poem. It reminds me a lot of some of the things that I've written, though I tend to mask what I write instead of allowing the reader to become subject to all of the raw emotion. I love the fact that you did that, here, though, and it works very well. The repetition of the word "sick" leads to an almost rhyme-y feel, though the entire thing doesn't, in fact, rhyme. This might be strange, but I looked back up through at just the last word on every line, and even looking at those alone you can feel what you put into the poem. Not all of the last words have such an impact, but the ones like sick, trying, failing, hurting, crying, cure, fix, you, me, and play sum it up pretty well. great job!

[AndyP]

Nice work