My Turn Poem by Christopher's Dead

My Turn



I just want to be honest
I’ve made some bad mistakes
Wonder if I held my own ground
I’ll never forget the look on your face
And as I try to come to
My senses crash and burn
Reminded how you tore out my insides
I was a game and it was your turn.

Drift away
So led astray

There won’t be a next time
There won’t be a happy ending for you
After the way you went behind my back
You think I care to go through
Playing guessing games and breathing in
The toxin of your love
Sing a song of sick remains
I won’t let you be the death of me.

Caring…
For…
Lights… after dark

This is where we’ve come to
Trying to begin again
But I won’t be fighting for your cause
Forcing you to be reminded

Focus on subsequential
Ideas of self-restraint
Been hear for you all the time
Don’t want to here your name
And as I tear the last memory
Believe I’ve had enough
Conscious of a single feeling
I still want to be loved

But not by you.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lex Freedman 21 February 2010

This is beautiful. the emtion captured is so raw. love it! last standza is my favorite!

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Serenity Prayer 07 February 2010

ooh, nice twist at the end. i wasnt expecting that. sad and painful write, but a good poem. good job.

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JH Poetry 07 February 2010

I felt the pain! Nice...

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