G.W.J Poem by Katerina Richmond

I read your poems, and your rhymes.
But man I've told you a thousand times.
It's not your fault, you didn't start.
I'm the one who drifted apart.
I got sick of how you were, and thought that you wouldn't change.
I know you wish I'd marry you,
and come back to love you.
But it'd be too hard, it'd be odd, and poor A.V would suffer.
Whenever I see your words my mind will buffer.
You make me second think all that's happened and all that was.
But I want to live peacefully and happy.
I don't mind if we are close. If we are still friends.
But until the day I turn 16, you must leave me be.
No more speak of my mistakes. No more tears over yours.
in life there will me many doors.
Pretty soon, if you refuse to live, A.V will lock my door.
Right now mine says, 'Do not disturb'
I've let you in too many times.
I've let you in with issues and crimes.
I cannot be yours, you cannot be mine.
You can heal in time.
I thought it'd help if I gave you support,
but you are being such a poor sport.

When will you move on?

You say you are fine, but your voice shows the lie.
I don't want you to die.
I'm in love. But not with you.
I'm not a wench, I cannot have two.
And right now, I don't want you.
I know that sounds harsh, But I do not hate,
But you've done too much, equal to me.
You forgot our past, you made it up, you forgot our date.
When I acted as though you were my love, you killed my heart.
I don't blame you though. But you never got me.
And soon you didn't make me happy.
I felt stressed. I felt dumb. I felt annoyed. You were a sore thumb.
One that wouldn't heal. I tried to help. I know what you feel.
But you gave me drama. Not love. Not laughs. Not fun.
And one day my heart was too wounded and I thought I was done.
But I tried to fix it. I told you to play.
I really tried, night and day.
Romance is good, I didn't mind.
But yours always came out at the worst time.
Now A.v is upset, because when I'm done talking to you I cry.
And he wants it all to stop.
My love came from above and healed my wounded life.
But you the scar, went too far, and now look at your life.
I cannot stand the many strands of heart strings you have tugged.
Because it hurts too much now.
I still wish that we could be like we once were.
But now the love that was possible is gone.
If we continue to speak, you mustn't continue this way.
You are hurting us both. And you shouldn't have to pay.
I was unfaithful, and confusing.
I woman not worth pleasing. But you have to remember,
It takes two to love. And two to kiss. But only one to miss.
Strike fifty-three, you're out.
But it's not something in need of pout.
When we shared, it went right through.
Remember what we went through?
When I tried to love you, you killed the mood.
When you said you loved me, I was prude.
I wasn't fair, I wasn't good.
No more! I guess we are both just misunderstood! ! !