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Dedicated 2 My Ex-Boyfriend

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“Baby give me another try”
He said, as I already made up my mind
that I was officially tired of hearing
his artificial lies.
As a tear roll down his left eye
I said, “I didn’t say anything to make you cry!”
“Baby just give me one more try”
He said, as more tears ran down his eyes.
As I felt frustrated,
making my temperature rise
As I said,
“Give you another try?
Boy please!
All you do is cheat and lie.
Give you one more try?”
As I heard my voice going from low to high
“Do you care about what I have to say?
Do you even care how I feel?
Man got me feeling like Drake
If you really want me,
like you claim you do,
Then say what’s real.”
As the silence came into place,
All I could feel were the held back tears
rushing down my face.
My feelings are racing from my heart to my mind.
My mind is trying to release the words from my lips
But all my lips feel
is the tear’s taste:
The taste of pain
The taste of the fear of being hurt
The taste of trying to make us work.
Trying to swallow that taste
On my lips that still remain
“So are you going to give me another try?”
He said, breaking the silence and my thought
When he touched my hand,
I felt all of the feelings he brought,
I felt the pain in all of the lessons he taught
I pulled my hand away
and my breath I caught
Hoping he doesn’t see the battle of
my mind and my heart.
As my mind tells me to let you go
But my heart starts listing the reasons why I love you a lot.
I close my eyes
and all I can hear and see
is the tears running from your eyes
As you say “Baby give me another try”
All I could do was ask you “Why?”
“Why did you have to cheat on me?
You made promises,
but now I know you ain’t the man
you said you’ll be.
The man
that I could share what was on my mind
because I knew he could help me
or at least tried to understand
But since you ain’t that man,
You ruin all my heart’s plans.”
As my mind was walking down memory lane
like it happen yesterday
I turned around and started to walk away
Before my memory lane walk,
started to show images in replay
As you’re still asking me to stay
All I do is stop, turn around and say
“This will be my last day
of me, listening to you explain your mistakes
and apologizing to my pain
like you’re trying to write the perfect essay
As for my broken heart and what little feelings I do have
I’m going to gather them up and leave
Because they are no longer yours to betray.”





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xXsmileXx This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 18, 2009 at 10:11 pm
I don't care what that Andrew guy said about the poem...I LOVED IT! My opinion is that this poem is the very definition of poetry: heartfelt and REAL! Awesome work!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
BriElizabeth said...
May 18, 2009 at 6:09 pm
this poem is so true.i love it it's amazing
 
Andrew K. said...
May 18, 2009 at 1:22 pm
Rule Numero Uno of Poetry is that you DO NOT include Dialogue unless you are a published, brilliant master poet.

Rule Number Two- Tears and anger and hearing and seeing are all fine words to use in every day language. But it's just not poetic! Use a more vibrant language!

Lastly, this isn't a poem. Structure's all flawed, no stress, no meter. This is just a rambling string of broken phrases and comma splices.
 
MisunderstoodBeauty said...
May 18, 2009 at 1:42 am
mindblowing....
 
Tamara*Monta said...
May 16, 2009 at 3:58 am
That was great and soo true the guys should see what we girls go through and what crosses our minds when we say its over. This is an awsome poem it really makes you thinkk of why you gave him so many chances just for them to blow up in your face... Wait to go Raynesha
 
Miss_May1312 said...
May 16, 2009 at 3:41 am
Amazing. Purly Amazing
 
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