Why is it?

How would you feel if you were in love with a person you could never be with?

Why is is, that when I stand in the sun,

       I feel no warmth?

Why is it, that when I  smell a flower,

       I smell no sweetness?

Why is it, that when I touch a rabbit of nature,

       I feel pain on the tips of my fingers like needles?

Why is it, that when someone speaks, "I love you..." to me,

       I don't have a warmer heart?

Why is it, that hwen I look at a beutiful painting of a child,

       I only see a breaking heart inside killing its keeper?

Why is it, that when I knife slides across me,

       I see no blood?

Why is it, that when I see a weeping willow cry,

       I see a fire inside of it burning to be let free?

Why is it, that when I am givin a priceless kiss,

       I taste no candyland tenderness?

Why is it, that when I see a child fall,

       I hear no screaming?

Why is it, that when I see him in the halls and in class,

       I feel nothing but pain?

Why is it, that when he touches my hand,

       I feel both anger and saddness?

Why is it, that when I look into his eyes as he looks into mine,

       I see both lies and secrets that need to be reveled?

Why is it, that when I walk barefoot on glass,

       I feel no pain and see no blood?

Why is it, that everywhere that I go,

       all things end up bad?

Why is it, that when I see them, them both together,

       I feel all, but nothing;

       I see true love, but Hell;

       I taste victory, but defeat;

       I smell roses, but the death of another person;

       I hear birds singing, but screams of pain and fear?

Why is it; now I know, beacause...

       because I was in love...

       with a person that I can never be with...EVER!

 

 

 -To all of those out there, who have felt this pain

Author's Note

Well, when I was younger, I had a crush on this boy, and I told my BFF and she back-stabbed me and went out with him anyways, so to let my anger out I wrote this poem. SO, just read it and tell me what you think about it and all.

Reviews

[Sarah]

This is full of sadness and confusion. The repetition worked well and I particularly enjoyed the line "Why is it, that when someone speaks, "I love you..." to me, / I don't have a warmer heart?" I can completely relate. Great job. (: