I was in class one day zoning out and I wrote this untitled poem. I don’t know if I was in my feelings or what, but I just wrote what came to mind.
I’ve since flipped through my notebook and re-read the poem and I must say… its not to bad for my first real poem! Let me know what you think!
But never defeated
Mistreated and misguided
Yet I possess an overflow of kindness
I am reminded of my faults
But what he needs when he wants what he wants
So he texts me like “wyd”
No “hello” “lets go out” “how was your day” “what you need?”
And he wonders why I respond so dry
1 a.m. like you already know why
Legs soon end up to the sky
You see… I am just a object to him
A toy he can put down
But in me he drowns, enjoying every sound
Then leaves like fall to winter
And when I call he doesn’t pick up
But when he calls its just his luck
Because I am weak
That is how he has made me
Pretending he cared
Saying he’d be there
Knowing all I went through, but still put me through the same thing
Made me feel the same emotions
Am I not good enough?
Am I too much?
Why do I question myself instead of him?
Because I know I can win
But I settle
Going against my heart. a rebel.
Waiting for a real man to come along
Right the last man’s wrongs
To make me whole again
As I am picking up the pieces
Broke but not broken