Treasure Island

Jonas Blueford

(9/ 19/ 1997 / milwaukee)

forgetting love

She said she loved him,
he said it right back
They were different,
but opposites attract

She gave him everything
from head to toe
He used and abused her,
she did not know

So stuck on love,
would not trust her instinct
an image that was not distinct

She cried for hours nonstop
her tears fell slow
Wiped her face
yet memories did not go

Approached him the next day
mad and confused
He looked in her eyes
he told her the truth

Broken and depressed, she began to cry
He did not care about the tears in her eyes
He forgot,
he no longer remembered

Spoke of love,
but that was part of the big picture.
Like rain from the sky
her eyes dripped slow

Got her in bed
just to hit it and go.
He never loved her the truth was revealed
Her heart had been stripped,
no longer concealed.

Submitted: Thursday, May 08, 2014
Edited: Thursday, May 08, 2014

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  • Susan Lacovara (5/8/2014 7:02:00 PM)

    I invite you to read my poem She Said...He Said, streaming along these same lines. He never loved her the truth was revealed....Love the line! How many people actually know the truth but dare to admit it to themselves....hmmm.
    Good crafting! PEACE (Report) Reply

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