mimic poem

You were there

no matter what

through the hell

and the problems that came with it

and like a slap across the face you were gone

a face full of blood

where the tears were suppose to be

i thought my love was like a titanium fortress

strong and durable able to withstand anything

but it turned out to be nothing but restricting and painful

It is my own fault though

i knew not of what I was doing

I thought I'd bring you happiness

I brought you pain

I thought I'd bring you joy

I engulfed you with sadness and shame

I know we will always be friends

through and through

i just wish i had another chance

to prove that i'm not a pathetic idiot

I do what i do because that is me and only me

I just wish you could see beyond that...the type of person I can be

If just given a second chance...

Knowing that Sylvia Plath's poems are depressing and always having to do with her life I decided to make a poem on my own based on my own life. Something that happen recently, and that effected me greatly. I tried to use strong language in order to persue a strong lasting point.