Like me

by dandy   Dec 19, 2006


What do you do when your heart is sore?
And you feel like you can't take anymore?
When you're just so sad
that it hurts to breathe.

Friend, you're nowhere close to being like me.

When you just want people to look you in the eye
And tell the truth, so sick of lies.
And what do you say to your broken heart
when there's no love left
for a brand new start?

What do you do when the tears won't stop?
When you just can't pick up the pieces you've dropped?
What do you do when you've lost your love's key?
When your heart and your head will never agree?

Friend, you're a little bit closer to being like me.

When sleep can't find you late at night.
When you put on a smile and pretend you're alright.
When you're at a loss to silence your heart's plea
While walking through the memories of your love's debris.

You're close now friend, but you're still not like me.

When your heart aches for him alone, your former sadness breaker.
But you know it can't come back when he turns into the taker.
When you blame him for your hurting heart
that is burned to the third degree.
When you hate him because you can't make yourself hate him at all.

Now my friend, you're just like me.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    This is really a great write. Beautifuly done.

  • 17 years ago

    by Scaito

    Its difficult to move on when there is no one who understands what you are going through. and the pieces to pick up are shattered too small.

  • 17 years ago

    by *Charisma*

    This poem was full of great questions and imagery. I just wished the last stanza flowed and rhymed like the rest. Here's my suggestion to make it follow the beauty of the poem you've penned (and this is just a suggestion, because your poem is amazing thus far)

    To your last stanza I would do it like this:

    When your heart aches for him alone, your former sadness breaker.
    But you know it can't come back when he turns into the taker.
    When you blame him for your heart, burned to the third degree
    When you hate that you can't hate him though he's done so many things

    Now my friend, you're just like me.

    Just a suggestion...
    Charisma*