He Didn't Get It

Why are my feelings only important when I am ready to leave
Why is it that when I am armored you see me clearly
But when I appear naked you walk through me
Blind to the fact that I indeed exist
You were supposed to see me on that day
I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I was a Bitch!!!
When I cast you aside you tried to be beside me
But now that I am in your presence you are unaware of my existence
Why can’t you realize I am here when I truly am
Instead of realizing it when you only have a piece of me
You must not want all of me, you must just want half
But I don’t want you to want me in that half-committed state
Because that is such a lonely road, an empty path
Filled with the thorns of a cast of emotions I never dealt with in the past
Coming in and out of my life
Slowly draining the blood from my body as they prick my skin
One by One until I fall in a lovers field gasping for air
Our love takes its last breath
Signaling the end of us
My pieces have been shattered to a crucial point
Broken in my hope for a brighter tomorrow
Because today you didn’t get that I loved you when I tried

National Poetry day

I started writing actual poems not too long ago and it has been one of the best things I could have possibly done for myself. I mean I was a constant journal writer and I always would write these long entrees about how my entire day went. After a while I was trying to find a way to relay my feelings and not take all day. So I started to write poems and it was awesome. At first, I was just writing random things, but now I feel I can express myself so much better as a person because of my poetry writing. So here's to you poetry, thank you for letting me paint on an empty canvas.

In honor of National Poetry Day I will give you this poem!!!!!! YAY!!!!

Title: Blowing By

Wind…..Wind….. Flowing through my hair
As aggressively as an angry cab driver seeking his unpaid fare
Rushing, Whipping, going on a tear
To hide this child’s despair
See most people looking from the outside don’t care
About the life changing burden this child must bare
However strange, However Uncommon, However rare
Is the burden this child must now bare
The wind knows about this burden and says to the child “do not fear”
“I am here to blow away your problem, I am here”
But the frightened child by this point was too afraid to hear
The call from the wind
So stuck as if the child were a meek dear
Caught in the bright headlights of life
The call from the wind to the child seemed so unclear
It informed the child of the future which would soon be near
The wind blew and blew with all its power
To solve the child’s problem within the hour
But it could not succeed because the burden still seemed to somehow tower
Over the child’s mind always reaching higher
And once the wind realized the burden was too big to defeat on this day
The wind eventually blew away
Tumbling in the fields with the bundles of hay
Leaving the child with this earth shattering burden
Leaving the child’s heart in utter dismay