I Used to Be Fond of Him

August 21, 2009
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Sprawled across the floor
I lay there
Headphones blurting out
Loud music in my ears
Pounding my ear drums numb
Until I am lost in the melody

Crystal, spear-cutting tears
Pierce down my face
(Like blades slitting my skin)
As I think of a man
That I thought was very fond of me
That I was very fond of.

Until the day came again
The day when I celebrated
Fifteen years of living
I received no call
From this man

I was too caught up
To recognize on that precise day
But as days went by
I began to feel sorrow
And pain in my heart
And pain in my chest

Every day he didn't call
The hole in my chest would puncture
Deep into my red-burden heart
Creating wounds, making it bleed
Poisoned red-burden blood.

I never thought...
How much this could hurt
How much time I could waste
Crying about it
Crying over him


Soon the feelings began
To fade slowly, evanescent.
I began to feel apathy
I began to feel numb

I can't believe
I was sprawled across the floor
Laying there
Headphones blurting out
Loud music in my ears
Pounding my ear drums numb
Losing myself in the melody

Crystal, spear-cutting tears
Piercing down my face
(As if blades slitted my skin)
As I thought of man
That man
I used to be fond of.





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mallory14 said...
Aug. 27, 2009 at 11:57 pm
this poem really says a lot on how your feeling....very expressive keep it up
 
Dana-Marie J. said...
Aug. 27, 2009 at 8:34 am
This is the third one of your poems Ive read, and although I loved the other ones... This one is my faverate. Its really good!
 
Hollywog. said...
Aug. 28, 2009 at 10:00 pm
This is an amazing piece of work - I can definitely relate. WELL DONE!! 5/5
Hollywog. x
 
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