You put me
On a pedestal
Oh so high.
Till you took
It out from
Under me
And sent me
Sailing down.
You stared
Hitting me,
Now don't
you lie
You changed
In the blink
Of an eye.
My feelings
We're never
Valid, instead
I was the
One to blame
When it all
Went wrong.
I'm sorry I
Wasn't perfect,
I'm sorry I called
You out on all
Your lies.
But more importantly
I'm sorry that
I saw the truth
When it was
To late to apologize.
To late for me,
To late for you.
I'm done with
This game of
Duck duck goose
Of emotional abuse.
©️ Amanda Catherine
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Saturday, August 24, 2019
Unfinished (A Poem)
Our friendship
Was like an
Unfinished verse.
It left to much
Unsaid.
©️Amanda Catherine
Was like an
Unfinished verse.
It left to much
Unsaid.
©️Amanda Catherine
Saturday, August 3, 2019
Dark (A Poem)
Walking with a
Friend in the dark
Is better than
Walking alone
In the light,
Or so they say.
But friends will
Walk away either way.
You can feel them
Next to you,
Or so it seems,
But then
It hits you,
You've been walking
All this way alone,
And they were
Never right
Beside you.
©️ Amanda Catherine
Friend in the dark
Is better than
Walking alone
In the light,
Or so they say.
But friends will
Walk away either way.
You can feel them
Next to you,
Or so it seems,
But then
It hits you,
You've been walking
All this way alone,
And they were
Never right
Beside you.
©️ Amanda Catherine
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Wednesday, July 24, 2019
Envelope (A Poem)
Nighttime is the worst.
All the emotions
Come flooding in
And I feel lost.
Like an envelope
With no address.
I try to distract myself,
But all I can think of
Is what would've been.
Or still could be.
With the light of a match,
I still can't see,
But somehow I can
Think of a way to
Put all the blame
On me.
©️ Amanda Catherine
All the emotions
Come flooding in
And I feel lost.
Like an envelope
With no address.
I try to distract myself,
But all I can think of
Is what would've been.
Or still could be.
With the light of a match,
I still can't see,
But somehow I can
Think of a way to
Put all the blame
On me.
©️ Amanda Catherine
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Monday, April 22, 2019
Breathe (A Poem)
You turn
And walk away,
Leaving me
In the pouring
Rain.
You don't
Look back,
It seems it's
Me your trying
To forget.
I hope you
Figure out what
You need, but
Never make
Your way back
To me.
The moment
You left was the
First time in a
While I was able
To breathe
And put myself
Above all else.
©️Amanda Catherine
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And walk away,
Leaving me
In the pouring
Rain.
You don't
Look back,
It seems it's
Me your trying
To forget.
I hope you
Figure out what
You need, but
Never make
Your way back
To me.
The moment
You left was the
First time in a
While I was able
To breathe
And put myself
Above all else.
©️Amanda Catherine
@greeneyedwallflower
Monday, February 11, 2019
I'm sorry ( A poem)
I'm sorry I
Was your friend.
I'm sorry for the
Times we shared
Where you
Played me
Like a fiddle.
Where I was to naive
To care.
I'm sorry
I helped you,
It all seems
Like a waste now.
I'm sorry I couldn't
Be who you
Wanted me
To be.
I'm sorry that
I came across
To strong.
I'm sorry that
I cried when I
Thought I had
Done wrong.
I'm sorry I don't
Like your
Other friends
And being my
Friend wasn't
Worth it
In the end.
©️ Amanda Catherine
Was your friend.
I'm sorry for the
Times we shared
Where you
Played me
Like a fiddle.
Where I was to naive
To care.
I'm sorry
I helped you,
It all seems
Like a waste now.
I'm sorry I couldn't
Be who you
Wanted me
To be.
I'm sorry that
I came across
To strong.
I'm sorry that
I cried when I
Thought I had
Done wrong.
I'm sorry I don't
Like your
Other friends
And being my
Friend wasn't
Worth it
In the end.
©️ Amanda Catherine
Tuesday, November 13, 2018
Two Peas (A Poem)
I look at you,
You look at me
Our bodies form
Some sweet bond
That we can't see.
I think you're crazy,
You think I'm odd
But together we are
Two peas in a pod.
©️Amanda Catherine
©️Amanda Catherine
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