Saddest Lines

"You’re not even worth shattered glass,"
Is what she said to me
Her word cut me,
But so did her actions,
Not even the blare of the ambulance sirens drowned the noise of my fitful sobs,
3 months I wore a cast
The only 3 month she loved.

¤ A Single Line, A Single Tear, A Single Life, A Lot of Beer ¤

The saddest thing she could ever say
- Is exactly what she said that day

Everything I am is shattered glass

She spoke softly, all too close to my ear
- My insides screamed at all I could hear

Nothing left is worth a care

Sorry is something she could say again
- But my heart would still be broken

I'm breaking and I can't cry out

And in my hands I could feel my tears
- Drown my out my largest fears

Gulping down miserable air

Her voice told me what she said was true
- And all she said was "I can never love you"

I've suffocated for the last time

David, Bo Fantastic and Atropos as well as Llywenllyn, thank you for your respective entries.:)

The Best Thing I Never Got

He promised me he'd stay,
He said he'd never treat me the way that others have treated me,
He said he actually cared about me, but I say it was nothing, but lies.
Kisses on my thighs with soft and tender whispers in my ear as he'd used to say
" you make me happy".
Now it seems as if it was all a dream.
He left me here with a bleeding heart;
Trusted him, oh I loved him
I gave him my heart, body, and soul as I tried to make him feel whole, but I guess I'll always mean nothing to him.
I wish the love wasn't there,
I wish I'd just get him out of my hair,
I wish he wasn't the best I ever had,
I wish he wasn't the first I've ever loved.
I was so blind and dumb as I thought he was mine and I was his, but I guess that's what I get for wishful thinking.
Believing, I could be the one that made him give a damn
Showing, I wasn't a sham
Thinking, he could be my perfect man
Giving, the kind of love that I knew he never experienced
Loving, every flaw about him as he saw mine.
My mind is gone as I long for those sweet memories to come back,
My heart is in shambles for I could never share the love I had for him with another.
I'm crumbling deep inside as I knew he lied to me.
Should've been smarter,
Should've never let him in,
Should've never ever been the one to be played.
Though secretly I wish he'd stayed, but I'm probably just weak.
I thought he could be my king and I could be his queen, but
I guess he was the best thing I never got.

her words were sweeter
than the finest honey
i couldn't stand her glitter
i wanted her for the journey

into love and companionship
but she's been there before
she didn't want me for keeps
but what did she take me for?

carried along i dreamed
about a future of togetherness
believing i took it to the extreme
settling for nothing less

now my heart cannot be mended
nothing can stop my tears
i wouldn't be so offended
if she told me all those years

that she wasn't down for it
when i thought she was in line
when i was scheming beyond the limit
of what she had in mind

so like a classic heartbreak story
when the bombshell dropped
all she wanted was a playboy
to dump when it is hot

Olly Olly Oxen Free

The saddest thing
I can't even remember
I was six
she was there
my mom
and then she wasn't
no one will tell me
when she'll be back
or where she has gone
just the Lord's Prayer
said by my bedside
to help me along

Now a middle-aged man
I still cry bitter tears
I can't remember her
only pictures
it seems we had a good time
when will the yearning stop
when will the hole be filled
by and by
I'm told
by and by

CRIPPLE LITTLE BOY

I am a crippled little boy
To some people I disappoint
Please grant me the comfort and the joy
By poisoning me, I get the point.

Dad pull the trigger, mom shade no tears alright?
Cos' In my existence, your sorrows fed

I am a crippled little boy
To some people I disappoint
Please grant me the comfort and the joy
By poisoning me, I get the point.

This is my delight even if I die tonight
Somewhere online, is my story to be read.

So sad you wont belive it is true.

I have a list of places where not to go
If i go there i'll be seen with hate or fun.

Waiting for this toothache to go away,
It wont fuck it i keep punching it.

Done social services as volunteer just to find out
They were making money out of me when i have none.

Rejected at any job interview and they do not call back
if I try to contact again the company that sent me there.

I made them look bad.
I made them look shit.

Fuck them.

School or Job, lunch time, see you later I do need the bathroom,
Well wait I didn't really need the bathroom

I just didn't want them to know to eat
I need some stolen tickets to pay the food with.

Then a fool drops my food down,
What should I do now.

I once knew a woman
married thirty years, she was thin and pale
And old, about fifty, back then
she confided in me, all I had was an ear to lend

I heard about her man who had anger issues
As she continued on; I gave her tissues
He had struck her a few times in the past
I remembered that she had broken glasses that she said didn't last

It turns out he smacked them off of her face after going wild
But she did not feel bad, he had been abandoned as a child
He drank, it was her fault, all of these excuses could've been out of a country song
I kept listening, in shock, wondering why she stayed so long

I did not judge her and remained a friend, until one day on a ride
She told me that she had some dude on the side
Of course I was in shock, but again I didn't judge
Because I knew she was married for life, she wasn't going to budge

Back then, I was in my thirties, and my own marital struggles started that year
I remember vowing not to end up like my friend, in a bad marriage forever and becoming an old lady possessed by fear
But here I am, years later, stuck in hell, and I don't know how
or where has time gone, I wonder what the future will hold, because I'm too old now

Primogenito ,IronFear, Toxic, Gahddess_Worship , dustyjjewels and MsRockyJackson thank you so much for your participation.

Sitting

Sitting on the porch
of a digs
no longer my own
I pong
am starving
and am discussing the finer points of metaphysics with Steven Hawking
in my head
he says he likes Futurama

He thought I was a good guy
but when I'm hungry I swear at him

*My stomach growls*
"F%$# You!"

"Why would you say that, I thought we were friends?!"
"You don't understand!"

"F$%#ing idiot"

"It's not me"

I think he understands though my mind
he won't stop
food...
food...
food

When I think he's given up on me
I feel like I'm dying
"I'm and idot!"
"Your and idiot"
"I'm an idiot"
"Enough"
I make my way down the road
early in the morning
to the petrol station
They know me
They've seen my progression

I'm here again
the porch
what now.

A few weeks later

A different porch
my parents house
sangomas be damned
the spirits are still in me

I have so much conviction
yet I fail
It fails.

My mum is trying to put Lithium in my food
I drink.

Bob Marley tells me to smoke
I try to steal the car
get into a fight with my mum
It's not her fault
she's in purgatory.

She leaves
I die
I wake up in rehab.

Thank you Duncan for your participation.

Thank you everyone for your participation and patience. Congratulations to all winners. Honoured to host the competition and acquire tremendous response.

Thank you Grace for the challenge. It compelled me to express long hidden sentiments. Congratulations Llywenllyn!

theskinnyone said:that poem was so beautiful. the image of how you keep watering the dead flowers pretending they are alive is so brilliant and hauntingly sad. beautiful!

I am glad you found my poem so beautiful! That makes me very glad indeed. Yeah, that was a dark, hard time in my life... in losing the person I loved so very much, I had for a time lost my mind as well, though thankfully never my soul and spirit. It was, in the end, my strength of spirit as much as the person I was so in love with reconciling with me that brought me back from whatever edge I had come so very near. But even now, even today, that time haunts my memory because it was so very awful! Though fortunately I can now look back on it as merely a dark and painful memory and nothing more. I find, oft, that writing of such things always helps to relieve their sting somewhat! As they say, poetry is good therapy. :)