Reality

This is me coming to what I thought was me thinking correcting and logically...

 

Reality

Why do you care about me?

You say you’ll always care and always worry,

But I know that that’s a lie.

One day, you will get tired of me,

And you’ll stop loving me,

Stop caring about me,

And want nothing to do with me.

 

I don’t understand why you even care so much about me,

I don’t want you to care about me,

Because I don’t want to get hurt…

 

We barely know each other,

And trust me,

You don’t know me,

Even though you may think you do.

You could never understand

How much I care about you,

How much I love you,

And I know you’ll never feel the same.

 

But it doesn’t matter.

I’ll be your friend for now,

And when you decide to get

Tired of me and hate me,

I’ll just have a lost friend,

And a broken heart,

And I might just be gone forever…

Author's Note

I really was crying when I wrote this...

Reviews

[ms. barrie]

okay first the poem. than the rant. and my rubber bands are aimed at your face ready to shoot them at you too.

very eloquently poignant write here, heart-felt, you have this amazing talent, this ability with rhyme and flow.

now i am going to dare you to take this amazing talent of yours with the statement above and write about something completely out of your comfort zone. even tho you feel like crap and are in this dark place you feel you need to be in and constantly feel this way.

i want you to write about fantasy. not love, not this genre. fantasy. yeah like faeries, unicorns, what? yes i am dead serious. it will get your mind off of s**t and feeling this way. plus challenge your mind, yourself into writing a whole different genre. you have proven that you could write about love, erotica (light), now fantasy.
go ahead, i dare you to.

and i have a good aim. you're gonna become more insane than i am if you keep dwelling on the "what ifs" - if someone doesn't care or love you for you, eff them, period. and no , not everyone is going to care or love or even like you. believe me i know. do i care anymore, no.

now like i said, i want you, this is your assignment, take your paper mate pencil, a piece of paper or your fancy word, and start writing about fantasy. no questions no dwelling on the what ifs. live in the moment, like we all have to do.

p.s. i have a lot of rubber bands too and i am not afraid to use them. and yes, i will be grading you. cause i can. there now get writing. xoxox - b.

[}Echo{]

Thanks a lot. :))

I can't write fantasy... I don't think... How do you even write a fantasy poem? I cna write depressing poems, love poems, and erotica, but I cannot write fantasy... So now you are mother/teacher-lady? Nice. O.o... Abusive mommy/teacher-lady...

[ms. barrie]

i will feature a fantasy poem tho i am not in that place anymore. well i am not a mother and i would never be abusive but if it takes screaming at you, will do so and rubber bands. watch fantasia and don't give me that look. it's a very inspiring movie

[}Echo{]

Okay... Yeah.. Okay...