Poetry&other awkward teenage moments

I post mostly normal teenage angst poems; unedited and horribly written. Sometimes I'll post a story about my day.It really is quite boring. It's not meant to be. Yet I don't have much to work off... but maybe someday I'll look back and laugh. So I can remember everything. Share some things. Work on others. and feel happiness. xo.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Breaking Point

I can’t believe it
The words spewing from your mouth
A call?No, I didn’t receive it
Not even a message
Not one word from you
Instead I get your friend asking me to break up with you
Because you don’t share the feelings anymore
What does that mean?
I was shocked
I didn’t know just what to do
So I called
No one picked up the phone
I hear there’s a party
Is that what you call playing Call of Duty alone?
I thought my eyes deceived me
This couldn’t be how it was going to end
We were so perfect
I guess I just didn’t read the signs
I was in my own world
Which I thought was our world
I guess I was wrong
You are better then this
There’s no need to make me cry
I am a big girl
Break-ups are common
Everything fizzles out in the end
It’s not that huge a deal
Breathe Carly, just breathe…
Yet then the fateful ring
My phone buzzing in my lap
Your name showing up on my screen
I swallow hard, click okay
Say hey
What do you want?
All you can say is sorry.
My vision is blurred
I started to cry.
Whimpering, sneezing, coughing, shuddering
I was sickly and upset, brokenhearted through and through
I say it really hurt me
That we’re over, I’m not turning back.
Tears are streaming down my face
Look what you have done!
I hope you feel horrible
You draw me in with sweet words like:
“Don’t cry. You’re beautiful”
If this is how you feel,
Why did we just break up?
You just don’t care anymore.
Even had the audacity to say to my face:
“I went out with you because I didn’t want to hurt you”
You just blasted me into oblivion
Are you trying to tear me apart?
I felt so guilty
For being so mean
When you say all those things like
“You’re amazing”
Then I hear I’m a pity date.
I hope you rot in hell.
Hear my screams
Crying out in anguish
Listen, I can hardly talk
I have to go
I can’t listen anymore.
This is way too hard
I’m hardly keeping myself together
So I just say bye
Turn off the phone
Hold it to my chest,
And cry alone.

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