Me, Myself… And Everyone Else

Just a young Irish girl, looking for somewhere to share my poetry.

My Darkest Time October 22, 2011

Filed under: Poetry — maisygirl @ 10:39 am
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This comes from the idea that everyone experiences everything differently, so you never really know what someone else is going through.

“I know how you feel.”
 
Really?
No.
You don’t.
 
You’ve never been so close
you can feel the tingling
in your fingertips and toes
and then feel it whoosh past
your cheek
as you just miss it.
 
You haven’t had his fingers
ghost over your cheek,
as if he was going to grab you
and kiss you
only for him to
stroke your cheek and tell you:
“Let’s be friends
forever.”
 
You’ve never had your heart
lifted up
higher than you even thought was possible
only for it to come
crashing back down,
down…
Down.
Until it hits the ground
hard.
 
You haven’t gone out
and sat by the lake
until the darkness
of the night creeped in;
until the empty place where
your heart
used to be has frozen over,
and you have a brand new
frozen
heart of ice.
 
And you have never
waited out the patient
days and weeks
and months and years
until the ice melted
and then he came along
and shattered it
all
over
again.
 
So how can you say
you know how I feel?
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