Poems Of An Infatuated Little Girl (2005/06) Poem by Leah Michele

Poems Of An Infatuated Little Girl (2005/06)



1. He, who I would give my heart to,
Has broken it before he even took it.
To this day I think I hate him,
But deep inside I know I still love him.
'Love' is a strong word, this I know,
But it's the only word I know that says how I feel.
They say 'The 1st cut is the deepest, '
Well he is my deepest cut, my 1st love.
My heart shattered into pieces
When I was rejected by him.
Slowly it puts itself together,
Becoming stronger than it was before.




2. The trees, dead. The skies, gray.
When will it end; this horrible day?
Got nowhere to go, nothing to do,
So I just sit here and think of you.
That's the crazy thing about 'love, '
You know nothing about someone
But still you're in love and wanna tell everyone.
Then comes the heartbreak.
You realize all the feelings were fake.
Just an alternate reality,
Love lost it's immortality.
It's dead, that's true,
And there's nothing I can do
But sit here and think of what could have been
And feel the love I have within




3. When I finally thought the heartache was through,
We crossed paths and once again I fell in love with you.
First at the fair, then on the bus;
When I saw you I knew getting over you was a must.
I just can't do it, no matter how hard I try;
If I ever succeed, it'll be when I die.
I wish I can show you all the things you have inspired,
But I'm afraid of the rejection and this obsession is getting tired.
You'll never know how much you meant to me,
But eventually you'll realize we were meant to be.




4. My heart is a jigsaw puzzle,
Are you the missing piece?
I used to think you were,
Now I see it was all make believe.
I wanted you in my life,
But you decided to leave...

Even in the beginning I knew it wouldn't work,
But I never knew you could be such a jerk!
I thought you were my friend,
I knew not to the end,
But for a little while.
If our friendship was measured in distance,
It wouldn't even last a mile.

You were the one,
But that's over, it's done.
Sometimes I still wish you were mine,
But I'm starting to realize it's a waste of time.
You never liked me, that I know is true,
It was just me that fell in love with you.

How could I be so stupid?
Shot by the arrow of Cupid!
Young and in love, Oh so naive...
Oh what a tangled web we weave!

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
These poems were written long before I really knew what Love was. Though the feelings behind them no longer exist I thought they might be nice to share.
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