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Friday, November 19, 2010

Leave Me

I have used you to hold me up, I have used you for pleasure, and for pain.
I have used you to escape, To loose myself, or Maybe it was to find myself.

I have been here before. No answers to questions, and no possible way to find out.
I am so trying to find myself.

I wish my heart did not hurt so,. So I could just forget you and let go.
I wish you would call just one more time and say "I miss you, will you be mine",
so I could lie and say what I should have said the first time.

The summers are all different now.
Nothing to loose,  It's all lost, and Everything to gain, It's all new.

I'm lost in the days of list, and needs, to do's, and wants.
All that matters is I still can't find myself.

I wish my heart did not hurt so,. So I could just forget you and let go.
I wish you would call just one more time and say "I miss you, will you be mine",
so I could lie and say what I should have said the first time.

"Leave me, Let me go if you don't love me." It's a little to late.
You will hurt me, with the words you did say and the actions you did take.

I have always been there for you from the start, but for some reason now,
I feel like I stole it and left my heart.

I wish my heart did not hurt so,. So I could just forget you and let go.
I wish you would call just one more time and say "I miss you, will you be mine",
so I could lie and say what I should have said the first time.


The music in my head has come and gone. With no release it just stays bottled up.
But with that bottle, I must stay. For there is no room in and no way out.

When I start to hear the music and I see my way out,
The wind will stop blowing, My tears will stop flowing, and My breath will disapear.

See, I see a simple side of me.
Just look into my eyes and see my smile and.....................

Leave me.

11/15/2010
Melissa Hall

3 comments:

Brassballs said...

Very fluid, very true, a good rhythm and a good message of the heart. You should write music to go with your poems and prose. Well done Mel! Another trophy of your artistic nature. :)

Melissa said...

Thank you, I guess I can only say that it does come from the heart.

Brassballs said...

It is evident that your verses flow from the heart. Each feeling and each emotion that bleeds with each word you post are like little keyholes to your soul. The source of your poetry is never in question my dear. ;)