Lonely Girl

Spring.

She just wants to bloom like the flowers.

Desire to pop with colors.

Bring life to the trees.

Provide nectar for the bumble bees.

However,

She just gets swatted away like the mosquitoes.

And the clouds always hover before her stars.

No one ever goes to see her fireworks on Independence Day.

She's lonely in the Spring.

She wanders and wonders what wandering into fall would bring.

Fall.

She wants to fall in love.

Though, love leaves her in a temporary "relationship" with a boy who just wants to fall in between her legs.

She wants him to fall for her, like the leaves from the trees.

Thinking if she give him what he wants, he won't ever leave.

But, once he gets all that he ever wanted, he doesn't hesitate to leave.

Leave her hopeless, unknowing what love is.

Heart crumbling like the crunching leaves under her soles when she walks from school to home.

A home of darkness, full of people, though she can't tell.

She knows that they're there, even if they don't knock at her door to see if she's alive.

Or dead as the leaves that clings to her shoes at the front "welcome" door mat.

Welcomed with a mat, but no "how was your day?" and a pat on the back.

Fall leaves her alone and dead.

Fall pushes her into winter, with no hope that winter will push her into feeling less dread.

Winter.

A cold winter but not the coldest winter ever.

She's content now, that she'll be that lonely girl forever.

She's not pressed for friends anymore.

She's not too much pressed for anything anymore.

No more looking for love, or kisses and hugs.

"Don't even pretend with me.

Tell me what you want from me.

You don't have to be nice, I know your true intentions."

She's too fed up to mention.

The lonely girl that used to be the one to mess with when you're bored,

has become the girl to not mess with on your dullest day.

Lonely as before, difference now is she's no longer afraid to admit it.

Not seeking a being to bring home to pass the time along. 

The lonely girl now enjoys her time alone.

The snow on the ground and the leafless branches makes her feel joy.

The lonely girl is no longer a lonely girl because it's her own presence that she's learned to enjoy.

Looking forward to seeing summer.

Looking forward to seeing whatever is coming after summer.

3 Summers later.

"I'm in the last few weeks of my senior year now.

I'm eager to go to college now.

My parents got divorced this past winter,

I could tell their marriage was on a down fall.

I don't mind it though,

I'd rather them be happy apart than sorrowful together, although,

I would have done anything to keep them together.

I loved them together.

The together that they showed, painted as a beautiful picture.

I guess no one knew the real picture.

I'm still with Jon, I met him summer of freshman year.

I can see myself being with him for the rest of my years.

I colored my hair since then.

I'm not the same girl I was then.

I was lonelier then.

I though I was less than.

Now, I know I need not another soul to reassure me on how well of a soul I possess.

I now realize how much greater than I am compared to the "cool, popular kids".

I'm happier than I've ever been.

These are the happiest seasons this lonely girl has ever seen.

I will be the happiest "lonely" girl this world will ever see."

Reviews

[Ella]

I like that you talked about every season in such a unique way. Good job!

[Tamika Finley]

Thank you so much :)

[Terry O'Leary]

A blossoming spirit...
nice poem...
well done!!

[Tamika Finley]

thank you so much. glad that you could enjoy

[Emily]

Great poem!
I love how you gave every season their own stanza!
Keep it up!!

[Tamika Finley]

Thank you . I will :)