Lesson Learned

He lived life like he smoked his cigarette,

leisurely, then later full of regret.

When he caught sight of trouble he would run

into her arms, told myself I was done.

No concern were we, his collateral.

He found love, but I was the one to fall.

Just as you left me alone and confused,

so she will torment you, and leave you bruised.

Though you no longer may be my concern

I want to see you do better and learn

that choices matter, actions mean something,

and above all else, you are not nothing.

Author's Note

So the first line of this poem I used from another poem I wrote, this is kind of a rewriting of it. I feel like it all sounds really cheesy for lack of a better word. Please let me know what you think.

Reviews

[brokenwriter]

love it so much, its very honest :)

[John the Baptist]

What does not kill us makes us stronger. Good rhyming.