Wednesday 6 May 2009

Some guys just can't hold their arsenic.

I don't know why I wrote this. I suppose sometimes It's hard to uphold a mask of happiness just to uphold someone else's.

I look in the mirror,
What do I see?
It’s not my face staring back at me.
But hers, and yours, and the rest in between
And all the lies that you’ve told
And the things that I’ve seen.
Filling my head, scarring my heart,
All the things I’m trying so hard to discard.

Never being number one,
I’ve now come to expect
But I never thought you’d make me feel
Like another face to reflect
In the mirror stood before me.
With the faces of the used
Ignored, belittled, naked,
Discarded, fucked and bruised.

I know I’ll never be her.
I thought I meant more than the rest
The one’s who meant nothing more
Than heat to warm your bed.
Now tell me, do you see me?
When you stare into the glass?
Another nameless lover.
Another that wont last...

Or do I stand beside you?
And do I hold your hand?
How can I ever tell you?
How can you understand?
How it feels to love somebody
And to have none in return
To know you’re just a number
And that number’s never one.

4 comments:

  1. Woaaahh :O

    That's amazing, I've been far out done there.
    Well done ms. Hattie

    Hope your okay :)

    Xxxxxxx

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  2. I love it, especially this verse:

    "I know I’ll never be her.
    I thought I meant more than the rest
    The one’s who meant nothing more
    Than heat to warm your bed.
    Now tell me, do you see me?
    When you stare into the glass?
    Another nameless lover.
    Who will soon be in the past?"

    SOMEONE has talent. Keep on writing pleeeease. :) Your poetry is amazing.

    I wuv you. <3

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