Why is it that love doesn’t last?
Is it because I move too fast?
A couple girls that thought we’d last.
They showed me that everything is like my past.
They tried to change who I am.
They couldn’t love me for me.
So, why blame me for leaving?
They wanted money, jewels, and sex.
All I wanted was to be heard.
Maybe that’s why they’re an ex.
Because they say communication is key.
But, ever since from the start…
They never had the one for my heart.
My worth is questioned…
Not by you, but by myself.
Should I just end it all?
The pills are on the top shelf.
Have you ever prayed for your death?
Begging God to take it.
The only one who created…
Life, love, and made it…
Into something so archaic.
Because lately no one seems to want true love.
Living seems so worthless.
I lost myself.
I fell off with no one to catch me.
No one needing a person like me.
The world is better off without me.
I thought it was “we” but no, it’s just me.
Who ever knew I’d be my very own enemy.
Poetry
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This is raw and absolutely beautiful. I love how this poem started out on the surface, regarding common sayings and “conventional wisdom” like in your use of “love doesn’t last,” “move too fast,” “change who I am,” “love me for me,” and “communication is key.” However, as you keep reading the narrator’s constant rumination, their conclusions become more revealing and ultimately turn against themselves in self-loathing. This piece highlights the inner fear and anger everyone feels towards oneself at some point and exposes to readers that it’s not “just them” who experiences it. Amazing.
The poem is very open and soul searching, I like it.