Regret

I was feeling pretty s****y about that situation so I wrote this.

She and I used to be,

On the best of terms you see,

Flirting and being as people will be,

Me touching her,

And her touching me,

Me stroking her hair,

Her rubbing on me,

Should I have done something different,

That it must be,

For slowly we parted,

More distant grew she,

Through what seemed by pure chance,

She sat next to he,

But perhaps it was Karma,

For ills done by me,

I vie for her attention,

Going so far as to be,

Quite a bit rowdy,

So that she’ll notice me,

But she looks at he,

She looks not at me,

He was where I was,

A short time ago,

They acted as if,

Putting on a show,

Her touching he,

He touching she,

A better person,

Than I could be,

With all my essence,

I adore she,

But damned he, seems to me,

To be keeping us,

From being we,

I want her to adore me,

As I adore she,

Truly not for her,

But for me,

Do I not deserve happiness,

Am I cursed to be,

Alone

Reviews

[SuddenCognito]

This poem is excellent, my favorite part is "To be keeping us, From being we" so poetic. Only one slight suggestion, when I read "Alone" you final line, I felt that is was more questioning than a statement. I feel it may emphasis the feelings of loneliness if you ended this with a question mark, making it a rhetorical question. With your question unanswered you are truly alone.

[K-mo]

This is a very heartbreaking poem, but very well written. Keep up the good work!