Want to be together but I'm alone
Realizing that your heart is made of stone
Couldn't share with you... my thoughts
You were never sure
Of your feelings
Always made me feel so insecure
And used me like a stepping stone
So let's pretend and remind ourselves
That my need for love & your need for lust
Has only grown
I keep saying "If you want to go, please let me know"
Because I want to move on
But you keep holding on, dragging me along
Making me believe
Why can't you see
You're not in love with me
- Isabella B
Broken Walls
The start of a commitment begins with
two people making a promise,
However that promise could
last forever or just for the moment.
In relationships,
over time
our walls begin to break and fall down!
In the few months, everything is a fairytale beginning.
Everyone’s happy.
Feelings are mutual.
Time flies. And flies.
Flies into the next 3 months.
Change erupts what was once a fairytale.
That promise becomes forgotten & hidden.
No one is happy anymore.
Feelings aren’t mutual.
Begins to wonder: Whose fault was it? Mine? His? Hers?
The walls crumble more.
Can’t fix everything now.
Best thing to do is to move out and on.
Once, one will always cherish the pieces of the broken walls.
On these walls are memories and flashbacks of the time spent.
What to do with the broken walls? No one knows.
-Isabella B.
Are You Real?
I'm sorry to question your existence.
But once again, I have to ask you: are you real?
Cause I can't stomach the thought of you
Being like me but denying that we're the same
We both have a mind that contemplates;
A body that breathes &
A heart that loves.
And I believe we're both human
Unless you're turning out to be an individual
Who questions God's creation.
You could claim as much as
you want to believe that you're real.
In the end, you could pull over fake actions.
Don't get me wrong but...
A person who is "real"; does not need to repeatedly
enforce the thought of being real into others' mind.
Yet once again, I'm moving towards a lot
of touchy situations for you
The truth has only begun
And I don't want you, my reader, to be afraid
Of something I might say.
I'm leaving this first post with my initial rhetorical question;
Are you real?
- Isabella B.
