Incomplete - Poem by Alyssa Lynn
I’ve taken the steps to erase you from my life, so why don’t I feel better about it? Why don’t I feel a sense of relief, instead I’m left feeling incomplete. If it’s so easy for you to erase me, why can’t I have that same feeling too? It hurts, I won’t skip around the truth, I might as well come right out and say it. You hurt me, it still hurts to see you, to see my friends talk to you, yet you want NOTHING to do with me. I can’t just carry on like some emotionless mime; the thing is I prayed about this, I prayed that if this ship was worth saving that God would save it, yet I’m left with rusty bits and pieces of what used to be the titanic. Yes that’s all I have of you are pieces of rusting metal that live below the deep blue. So this makes me ask myself, what did I expect? Love, understanding, friendship, maybe I did but oh how we learn to change our naive ways, I promise I’ll try my best to change. I don’t know what I did to make myself a person you’re just so ashamed of, I don’t know what words I said that were so “wrong”. It was obviously something but there I go again, dwelling on things beyond my control, unable to grasp things I obviously cannot grasp. I’ve taken the steps to erase you from my life, the way you’ve erased me so tell me why do I feel so incomplete?
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