Forgettable Days

November 30, 2008
By Anonymous

Lately, my eyes have dropped
from interest. Maybe it's because I'm so scared. Looking into, day after day, a single love, that had never been there.

Days pass by, weeks, maybe months, I don't keep count. My mind is washed up on a beach of dreams, nothing is as it seems. I swear I'm going crazy.

The month is nearly ended by my guess,
though it seems like a thousand years,
My only love has abandoned me,
now I cry fearful tears.

I wake up one day and walk down the road. My heart still hurts, and I wonder why, it has been so long.

I walk by a lemonade stand. Reminding me of his sourness. I ask what day it is, they say, "November 26".

All this pain, all this confusion, has not lasted as long as it seems. It has only been a couple of days. I walk back to the beach of dreams.

The tide is coming, I drift away, leaving him behind. Sleep starts to take over, and I forget who I am.

The author's comments:
The message I'm trying to get out is that there is obviously this girl in the poem, who like may girls, is heartbroken. To everyone who has been through this, don't dwell on it. Live life.

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