PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

sometimes i am brilliant

...and then there's now

when i am so bitterly being me

and wondering how i let myself get like this

became a formal part of living

how many times can you think twice

about a decision

before you fray the choices

what choice do i have

but to forgive

(i try, but i can't forget)

it was wonderful to be briliant

for that short time

when the world was mine

i owe it to myself

to remember

how the top felt

(when my view was memories of you)

i fell when you didn't catch me

and the journey was my own

i crawled away from the wreakage

leaving trails

of the love i had

painted red

i am more myself since then

bitter and unmoved

never willing

you wanted me once

i wanted you too

forty-two times

i said your name under my breath

and i wish you heard me say

i love you

after

each

one