Feelings

Often as poets we write as we see…
I don’t consider myself a poet I just write to write
But, maybe, just maybe, I write to feel
Hmmmm….maybe that’s what we are as poets after all?

Here is how I “feel” today.

You made me fall for you
    Gave me your all
And then you took it away
    And let me fall

I didn’t know what I did
    How did I fail?
You said it was nothing
    But still you bailed

My tears are still flowing
   And all over you
I want this day to end
   But I still want you knowing…..

         ……how much you hurt me.