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We All Fall Down (Pint-Sized Poem #24)
I made a mistake.
Her name isn't important.
Nor is his name.
Or those friends that were only friendly when it suited them.
And not when I actually needed friends.
But they...
Ah yes, they were my mistakes.
The friend that ditched me.
The boy who broke me.
The girl that sewed me up just to rip me apart.
And the friend that I lost without lifting a finger.
I wanted to blame myself.
Then I decided to blame them.
But now, yes now I know the truth.
There was no faults.
No blame.
No guilt.
Just me.
A foolish girl, who wanted to please everyone.
But instead I ended up feeding...
Yes, feeding.
Feeding those mistakes.
Her name isn't important.
Nor is his name.
Or those friends that were only friendly when it suited them.
And not when I actually needed friends.
But they...
Ah yes, they were my mistakes.
The friend that ditched me.
The boy who broke me.
The girl that sewed me up just to rip me apart.
And the friend that I lost without lifting a finger.
I wanted to blame myself.
Then I decided to blame them.
But now, yes now I know the truth.
There was no faults.
No blame.
No guilt.
Just me.
A foolish girl, who wanted to please everyone.
But instead I ended up feeding...
Yes, feeding.
Feeding those mistakes.
Published 1st May 2012
| Edited 15th Sep 2017
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3rd May 2012 5:26am
You are a gifted poet. At times you seem to defy the border between poetry and prose, which is a positive talent to me. I liked this poem also because I could identify with it. Actually the poem progresses through stages. I, too, have been in all of them. Thanks for allowing me to think and feel this.
Marcella1
Marcella1
