Almost Dead

by Whisper   Sep 17, 2008


Breaking up should be easy
This pain should go away
I'm disappointed in the person
You had the audacity to portray

I gave myself to you
My mind, my body, my soul
I thought the feeling was mutual
But you just played a role

You pretended I was something
Kissed my lips as a distraction
Are you happy with what you got?
Were you satisfied with my reaction?

I loved you with all I had
In my heart, I still do
I just need to know the meaning
Of the things you put me through

I cried so many tears
And prayed so many nights
To see if He could fix the things
I could never make right

You let me go on a Friday night
While we were talking on the phone
You said you didn't feel the same
So I guess you're on your own

I wasn't going to fight you
I wasn't going to beg and plead
Yes it hurts that you're gone
But you're love isn't what I need

You aren't in my life anymore
Which means God has a plan
He must be sending me a better boy
One who's not afraid to hold my hand

So goodbye my darling, my lover, my boo
Before you leave please hand me some thread
I want to fix this heart of mine
It's barely beating. Almost dead.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Fear2love

    This poem is so perfect you write soooooo good :)

  • 15 years ago

    by Good Enough

    Breakups hurt but i like how u made yourself sound angry at him tho u still love him. good job 5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by ForeverASickKid

    OMGG i love it!! so amazing!!!

  • 15 years ago

    by Rolo

    Reminiscent of my past and the relationship left with it. I can relate to your words and your style. I think the flow was great, which is one of the main appeal factors of this write. I was able to find meaning and the emotions which you portrayed. Very nice :]
    5/5.

    -Rolo

  • 15 years ago

    by Gem

    "So goodbye my darling, my lover, my boo
    Before you leave please hand me some thread
    I want to fix this heart of mine
    It's barely beating. Almost dead."

    Shivers went down my spine as i read the last words of this poem.

    Your flow never once strayed off the mark and the wording choice was perfect.

    "He must be sending me a better boy
    One who's not afraid to hold my hand"

    The last line of this stanza faltered a tiny bit, maybe i was reading it wrong, it just seemed that there was one too many words in the last line to keep beat going. I could be wrong, it's been a long time since i've been on this site

    But overall, a well deserved 5/5
    Gem