The One Thing I'm Not Telling You Today
A Poem
sometimes I think I’m better off as a liar
like that time I told a boy I loved him
what I should’ve said instead is
I don’t know you
you are like a stranger to me
I don’t want your company
it is troublesome
your eyes are so dull they make me want
to cry tears of boredom
I’ve become so comfortable in the dark
I don’t need your light
I am a recluse
and I enjoy being this way
your love will only get in the way of my growth
you are like the long-awaited rain people
in droughts have needed their whole lives
yet now that you are here
all you cause is too much flooding
I shouldn’t have told him that he
made my heart feel warm and that talking
to him was as easy as breathing
I understand my place as the enemy
of my heart. I never protect you
I always cast you aside for the sake of others
I purposefully place you in danger
I see the red flags and I only speed up
going to them
heart, I am sorry
you have endured too much abuse from me
I have given you away as if you were nothing
because of the sorrow I found you in
I thought you needed his warmth
I mistook him for a space heater when he was
fire. I know you hate getting burned but
I am too clumsy and messy when it comes to
emotions. I cannot fall in love instead I stumble
and trip into it
and then I wonder why others hurt me
as if I weren’t lying there on the ground already,
bleeding to death
what did I expect
my roots became loose underneath me
and I lost touch with everything that kept me
grounded. I found myself floating in
a black hole of missing people like they had
runaway when they were always right by my side
sometimes I think I am better off as a liar
I should’ve told him that his love would
only get in the way of my growth,
I should have told him I have always been more than
enough for myself
I should have lied
About the Creator
Bronx Garcia
writes too much for it to be considered normal. mainly poetry.
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