In Two Days

In two days, words were spoken that left my heart quite broken.

It wasn’t a complete shattering; but a shrewd, quiet battering.

I wonder why words matter so, when i quite plainly know, that those who willfully spoke meant words to painfully stoke vanity and vulnerability, which I hide deep within me.

But the heart shelters these two with that which has kept me true.

The words flew in and struck, and i was quite out of luck, they lashed and broke quite a bit – I’m still reeling from the hit.

A corner here, a chunk there, no word was lost to barren air; so I nestle chips and dents and, through this poem, it vents its bitterness and loss of hope, wondering how I’ll manage to cope with the ideal of love inside the reality of pride.

Sadness Remembers

I remember when I was bullied –

I remember when I am sad –

I know they are best left alone –

Those times when I was treated bad –

But I remember them now and think –

Of how things would have, could have been –

If I had the friends I have now –

What different hopes I might have seen –

How things would, could, may have been –

If I had these friends by my side –

I would not have felt so alone –

My feelings wouldn’t have had to hide –

But – but these friends are around now –

And I have a safer harbour –

To guide this derelict into –

When sadness makes me remember.

A Lie

I lied today

To save my pride.

Now there’re more truths

To catch and hide.

I hate lying.

It’s innovation

Which needs constant

Manipulation.

I lied to thwart

Being lied about;

Unused to shams,

I’m filled with doubt.

Did I’ve to lie

To those I know well?

I feel as though

I am in hell.

I’m snared by pride:

An obligation;

Now I need a way

Out of this situation.