Musings by The Poet Loriet
What I Wanted
It's what I wanted.
I have to stand strong.
My family, friends all hate you.
I've cried so many times
since I've met you...
So, why do you still haunt me?
Why do I wonder what you're feeling?
She told me you were crying
after I talked to you,
told you I didn't want
to see you anymore.
You were so cold about it,
but thinking I hurt you
hurts me too,
tugs at my heart.
You lied to me,
played with my emotions,
turned my world upside down,
and I should be glad
that it's over.
I sat on my deck tonight,
looked at the stars,
and thought of the nights
we did that together.
I went to the bookstore
and remembered reading,laughing,
listening to music with you.
I rented a movie tonight,
"A League of Their Own"
and as Tom Hanks yelled,
"What are you doing? Crying?
There's no crying in baseball!"~
I cried harder than I should have.
You only recited that line
no less than twenty times
with that stupid grin
on your face.
Damn you
for making me hurt,
for making my numb heart
ache again...
You had to leave
the picture I gave you
inside of my screen door
so I knew you'd been there,
knew you didn't want
to see my face anymore.
I wanted closure.
I got it when I
scooped up my picture
and the screen door slammed.
You hurt me.
I had to tell you goodbye.
It's what I wanted.
Isn't it?
Lori Beal
I have to stand strong.
My family, friends all hate you.
I've cried so many times
since I've met you...
So, why do you still haunt me?
Why do I wonder what you're feeling?
She told me you were crying
after I talked to you,
told you I didn't want
to see you anymore.
You were so cold about it,
but thinking I hurt you
hurts me too,
tugs at my heart.
You lied to me,
played with my emotions,
turned my world upside down,
and I should be glad
that it's over.
I sat on my deck tonight,
looked at the stars,
and thought of the nights
we did that together.
I went to the bookstore
and remembered reading,laughing,
listening to music with you.
I rented a movie tonight,
"A League of Their Own"
and as Tom Hanks yelled,
"What are you doing? Crying?
There's no crying in baseball!"~
I cried harder than I should have.
You only recited that line
no less than twenty times
with that stupid grin
on your face.
Damn you
for making me hurt,
for making my numb heart
ache again...
You had to leave
the picture I gave you
inside of my screen door
so I knew you'd been there,
knew you didn't want
to see my face anymore.
I wanted closure.
I got it when I
scooped up my picture
and the screen door slammed.
You hurt me.
I had to tell you goodbye.
It's what I wanted.
Isn't it?
Lori Beal
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