At Last Poem by Angelica Duardo

At Last



I recognized that look in your eyes
You were thinking I was speaking out of spite
Well, you were right
I hated your guts
But I was much nicer than you deserved

You think you know it all
That you are better than all
That you rise above it all
But to me, you were just my fall

Now I'm up again
I've dust off your scent and words
And time is being kinder to me
Hiding traces of our memories

Then I have these days
When I betray myself
And I think of you
And the words you said and your bitter smell

I remember when you made me sick
And when you denied being a sleaze
But it was written on your face
And on those messages I read

I won't ever forget your biggest mistake
Making me feel like I was worthless
I really hope this is something someday you'll regret
Not caring, not loving, not noticing me

Some nights I long for your face
And for when you use to say how much you missed me
Some moments of the day
I hate myself for this

I want to lose my mind so I won't think of you
And then at last I'll start anew
And then once more, I'll do it all wrong
Like I did with you

Someday you'll praise me
More than you ever did before
That chance you had and now is gone

Someday you'll wish you'd loved me more
And you will hate yourself
For not knowing my worth

At last, at last
I start anew
And I'll be better now
Than I ever was with you

Sunday, February 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: heartache
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Angelica Duardo

Angelica Duardo

San Diego California
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