Beautiful Cry

I was crying in front of this guy which he thought was beautiful. But it wasn't beautiful from where I was coming from...

 I’ll never understand

Why you called it a game

Was it to detect a flame we could have had?

I wish I could ignore the fact

That to me, you were always to blame

But I can’t hide the tears you confuse with fears

I can’t do this anymore

 

Now I’m here

Safe and sound

Thinking you were out of bounds

To call me a player

When I was the one sitting there

Bawling if not soaring

Before you with my beautiful cry

 

After bouncing back to reality

From being caught in a trip of anxiety

I realized I could do so much better

But at the time you were the best; better than the rest

Didn’t think I needed anything more than a letter

To tell me how I really felt about you

The way you treated me you made me feel wanted

Wrapping me up in your arms

Putting on your charm

Finally thinking I got it

 

And now I’m here

Safe and sound

Thinking you were out of bounds

To call me a player

When I was the one sitting there

Bawling if not soaring

Before you with my beautiful cry

 

I didn’t think someone like me

Could sink so low

After the 3^rd blow I began to think

No, not again

You can’t do this to me

Why can’t you see

That I have taken your rejection

I count them 1, 2, 3

 

And now I’m here

Safe and sound

Thinking you were out of bounds

To call me a player

When I was the one sitting there

Bawling if not soarin

Reviews

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This is really amazing so emotional.

[Jenny Ge]

I especially liked the rhythm of this poem, caused by the inconsistent and cleverly put rhymes. The rhythm was smooth and soft.
Well written, and great job1