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Poem Details
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| Title: | 11/14/14 |
| Author: | Cheyenne Lee |
| Date Submitted: | 1/15/2015 |
| Email: | cheyennellee@yahoo.com |
| Poem: |
right now it''s 11:56 p.m. on a Friday night and I am alone, in my own drunken puke. I know, I promised no more drinking but you promised you would never leave me. we had those fictitious fantasies, "we''ll grow old together and be in love forever" you''d always announce to me but I knew I wasn''t your only sweetheart. you may have loved me, but oh my god, you loved her more, and now i am alone with broken fantasies cutting my skin open and allowing all the sadness to pour out. you met me as a broken butterfly but you nurtured me to health, only to snap me right in half again. why''d you do it? and the saddest part is I would run to you again if you asked knowing it''d be Just Like Before... |