You love me, but...

You love me, but...

A Poem by Amy Whetzell

I don't know

your intentions with me

I feel like a yo-yo

which is not a good thing to be

 

You hurt me sometimes

with what you say

other times you make me smile

and happy that I stay

 

You've read my poetry

but you don't really care

You let me read yours

I guess it was supposed to end there

 

Its all about you

one way or another

I stay when you're all about lovin'

I leave when you feel smothered

 

I aim to please you

I only want to make you happy

I don't know your intentions

your kind of love baffles me

 

You act like Mr. Perfect

when you say I'm depressed

You'd never guess

that you cause half my stress

 

You expect me to always be happy

you want me to be strong

forever in high spirits

but really for how long?

 

How long will you wait

to tell me goodbye

to say its been fun

but the spark has died

 

I think you hurt me

because you want me to leave you

you want to be the victim

but it is I who is played a fool

 

I don't know where this leaves us

I guess I will when you say

you'll either say marry me 5/22/09

or you'll say go away

 

Maybe I'm not your reward

for selfless deeds done

and maybe you lied when you said

I share the spot of #1

 

There are children involved

so choose wisely

are you really the top priority in your life

or somewhere in your heart deep down, are we?

 

There are three

I strive to make happy

These same three

are my top priority

 

Don't get confused

this involves you

this involves Matthew & Jonathan

and it involves my fiance` too

 

If you had just told me

on the night we met

that you'd always be top concern

I wouldn't have gotten so invested

 

But here I sit

with a love so deep and true

for a man whose not so sure

that he feels it too

 

I put you on the highest pedestal

for you are my King

sometimes you say I'm your Queen

other times you make me feel like I'm nothing

 

Maybe I'm a transition phase

here to push and kick you in the a*s

so when you want to be alone

your head will be high and you won't be looking back

 

If you decide to leave

listen closely to what I say

Karma is a b***h

and she always gets her day!

 

Stop hurting my feelings

I feel our love dying each time you do

Get it through your thick and stubborn skull

I'm still here fighting for us because I love you.

© 2008 Amy Whetzell


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This hurts. The ending is so sad. You know it's not working out the way you thought it would and yet in your heart you still love this person.

Perplexing. Even confusing sometimes, because you don't know whether what you see is actually what you'll get. There are few instances more traumatic than this.

You've done such a great job of expressing your emotions. Nice write.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This is a very sad poem, especilally when you put so much into something and get nothing in return. Nice write,

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This hurts. The ending is so sad. You know it's not working out the way you thought it would and yet in your heart you still love this person.

Perplexing. Even confusing sometimes, because you don't know whether what you see is actually what you'll get. There are few instances more traumatic than this.

You've done such a great job of expressing your emotions. Nice write.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

These bare words are those coming from a lady who really knows when she's been played around ... the hurt is apparent in her tone, just as well as her anger ... but wait a minute: she still loves the guy. How's that possible? Oh well, who am I to argue matters of the heart.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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