If it makes you less sad,
I will die by your hand.
I hope you find out what you want,
I already know what I am.

And if it makes you less sad,
We'll start talking again.
And you can tell me how vile,
I already know that I am.

I'll grow old and start acting my age,
It'll be a brand new day in the life that you hate.

A crown of gold,
A heart that's harder than stone.
And it hurts a whole lot,
But it's missed when it's gone.

Your calling me a safe bet,
I'm betting I'm not.

I'm glad that you can forgive,
Just hoping you will forget.

If it makes you less sad,
I'll move out of this state.
You can keep to yourself,
I'll stay out of your way.

If it makes you less sad,
I'll take your pictures all down.
Every picture of you,
I'll paint myself out.

It's cold as a tomb,
And dark in my room,
When you sneak to my bed,
To pour salt in my wounds.

Your calling me a safe bet,
I'm betting I'm not.

I'm glad that you can forgive,
Just hoping you will forget.

That was really nice and touching and deep.

~Willow

Wow....

I usually go into deep analysis and all sorts of things when people ask me to look at their poetry - but with this one, I'm not exactly able to. It's really strong, and it hits close to home on some things I've been dealing with lately. It expresses the ideas very well, and definately strikes a cord in my heart.

Beautiful. Publish it.

i like this one...
it made me feel sad. but it made me think of someone.

see i told you that people like your stuff.

Wow, kid, I'm impressed. Now I feel like all the compliments you've given me are a little unjustified. I'm with Seraph on this one, publish it.

I think you SHOULD move out of the state and come back home.

Dead_End wrote:I think you SHOULD move out of the state and come back home.

*sigh* ditto.

Beautiful poem.Very deep.