A short modern poem about a girl speaking out about who she is and who she tried being for someone she loved. Continue reading Not Your Hero – Poetry
This is a short poem written from the point of view of a girl that is finally growing up and how understanding the cliche’s of the world aren’t actual realities. How loving yourself is alot more important than finding someone to love you.
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As a kidI believed in fairytalesWhere a prince would rescue meAnd I would heal himBut reality struck hardAnd no one came to save meI got sick of playing the victimAnd got myself out of the tall palaceAs a kidI believed in fairytalesWhere a prince would injure himselfAnd I would heal himBut reality struck hardAnd I realised the prince isn’t the only one with scars,That I cannot heal anythingAnd He didnt want to always be healedMuch less he could never get rid of the scarsNo matter what he took from me
A short love poem that didn’t evolve the way I thought it would. Losing someone when you thought they will be there is just another experience. It takes away your trust in things and people. It’s okay though you grow up and learn from this. You now understand better who to trust and who not to.
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In spring I met him
He loved my laugh
And asked me for coffee
In summer we cuddled on his bed
While the screen played some random movie
In fall my life started falling apart
My smile weaken and my eyes lost their shine
And through I tried to battle
with all my might
The truth is I allowed you to hurt meNot just youI allowed everyone to put me downI allowed people to control meIn the name of loveI allowed people to make me cry tearsbehind closed doorYou know,so that they don’t feel bad for harming meI allowed thisBecause somewhere down belowUnder the sheet of bravery and strengthI thought I deserved itI believed I deserved to be in painI thought I deserved to cryBut I didn’t.
But darling, sometimes they leave.
They just walk off while standing right there.
And that is the biggest deception of it all.
They are there. Standing.
But not for you anymore.
The people you trusted so much,
the people who were your rocks are suddenly gone.
And it makes you question everything from day to night
and how maybe that is what you always were supposed to be, Alone.
And sometimes the people you saw your future with, Leave
Without stumbling or even pausing.
Without hesitating even a bit.