The Fears That Are Being Driven Poem by Desiree Whitamore

You're killing me
slower and slower, that knife has my pain smeared on the side.
my heart stopped beating in your hand
why don't you see the tears?
why don't you hear my cries?
My memories are not of you
fading in an out.
what should i do with you?

you made me believe my life would stay strong
but then you left and now you're still gone.
you never asked me if i wanted it like this.
you never saw me when i didn't know how.
but you brought me here.
and you made me live.
and i can't stop how i feel now.
for so long i tried to tell you.
i tried everything my heart would dish out.
but i can't keep this up forever.
i can't keep getting knocked down.

sometimes i wonder if you could change yourself.
maybe things could be different.
but then i realize what i've always known.
our feelings don't mean commitment.
they don't gurantee us a knight in shining armor
like i thought you were for me.
they don't tell us when we're out of line
or when we shouldnt dream.
but they do tell us something.
that something that we need to hear.
that if we feel out of place
it only drives our fears.