Andi Jakobs

Rookie (October 13,1995 / North Carolina)

Cursed Memory - Poem by Andi Jakobs

His words are daggers that pierce the heart
I was warned about him from the very start.
Did I listen to those who actually cared for me?
Did I see what they really wanted me to see?
The shattered crystal glass of my broken heart
Lay in two pieces on the ground, ripped apart.
My blood that pounds in my veins
Now surrounds me in a puddle as I bear my chains.
Felt like a prisoner of my own dismay
I hope that he is happy without me I pray
He was all I ever wanted, all I ever needed
But I hope he is finally joyful I pleaded
I hung him down, I made him depressed
I will take his happiness for my own distress.
Now laying on the concrete naked and beat
I curl up and die in a easy defeat.
The gaping hole that is left in my chest
It is from him, it is all I have left.
My glass shattered heart, lay bloody beside me
It slowly begins to fade into the other debris.
My eyes shut, the hole slowly grows
I lay alone and abandoned, like a black rose.
Dark dry blood laces my chest
Around the gaping whole like a crest.
Dead, gone, completely alone.
I should have listened to them, I should have known.
The things he would do to me, what he would say
He would flatter me, and sweet talk, then walk away.
I still wish him the best, even if he doesn’t remember me.
He won’t care, but he is my best memory.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 25, 2010

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