I Want You To... Poem by Desiree Whitamore

My hands are shaking heavily. My heart is in the right place. I’m getting abused by you. Emotionally, every time I see your face. I heard you the first time, don’t say it again. What’s the point of having dreams when you don’t believe you can? Everytime I hear your judgment it rings in my ears. Theres no more waiting, I’m going to get revenge over my lost few years.
I want you to hurt, I want you to scream. I want you to shout for every crushed dream. You’re the cause of this, and you’re gonna get what you deserve. This time I’m going straight ahead, not stopping for any curves. I’m going to make you feel guilty for things you can’t explain. You’re gonna be the one who’s always to blame. So give it a whirl, now who’s your best girl, not me because we’re no longer the same.
I’m feeling like I should hurt more. My pain should go on and on. But what I’ve come to terms with is the fact you’re still gone. I feel like you need me more now, but like you said whats done is done. For me it’s always nighttime, because u were my setting sun. What am I supposed to do? Forgive you for all your mistakes? My heart isn’t some free hitting zone. You’re gonna buy whatever breaks.
We used to have a song, now you’re the one left singing. I’m done with being a kid when they punish us for being. I’m getting revenge over the things you did to me. Lying, dissapearing, tearing apart my family. Does it make you feel bad? Good. You say you’re changing, but you wouldn’t if you could. If you don’t like the way I look or the clothes that I wear, too bad, bite your tongue. I’m not the one who should care.