Who's going to be there?
To catch me when I fall?
To guide me when I'm lost?
To answer when I call?
Who can I count on,
To help pull me through?
When the only person I counted on..
Was you?
-me
Fear of moving on. Fear of what the future holds. After a breakup it's extremely difficult to picture yourself with anyone else.. It's also difficult to want to be open enough to let someone else in. It's a scary time when all you feel you need is yourself and if you're not careful that fear can consume you.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Courage
Courage. It takes a lot of courage to put yourself in situations that are out of your comfort zone, but you know what takes just as much, if not more? Getting out of a situation, whether it's a relationship, or a place, or even just a habit. Sometimes we get so used to being there that we can't get out, or we don't want to. It takes a lot of courage to leave something in your past.
Something.
Something I want.
Something I feel I need.
Something bad for me.
It's real,
It's right,
It's hurting me.
Somewhere.
Somewhere comfortable,
Somewhere alone,
Somewhere dark.
Someone.
Someone I run to,
Someone I trust,
Someone who betrays me.
He's perfect,
He's mine,
He doesn't treat me right.
Something else.
Right around the corner,
If only I take a step
In the other direction.
To somewhere.
Somewhere better,
Somewhere brighter.
If only I can get rid of
Someone.
Someone right,
If only I can leave
Everything I've ever known,
Behind.
-Written by Me.
Something.
Something I want.
Something I feel I need.
Something bad for me.
It's real,
It's right,
It's hurting me.
Somewhere.
Somewhere comfortable,
Somewhere alone,
Somewhere dark.
Someone.
Someone I run to,
Someone I trust,
Someone who betrays me.
He's perfect,
He's mine,
He doesn't treat me right.
Something else.
Right around the corner,
If only I take a step
In the other direction.
To somewhere.
Somewhere better,
Somewhere brighter.
If only I can get rid of
Someone.
Someone right,
If only I can leave
Everything I've ever known,
Behind.
-Written by Me.
Friday, February 1, 2013
This is me.
I'm Lacey. I am a writer. Maybe not the best, maybe not even good, but I love it. Poetry is my passion. I love symbolism and I love mystery. I don't mean reading mysteries, though I do enjoy that too, I mean being a mystery. I love when people ask me what my poems mean, and I love the confusion when I tell them they have to decide for themselves. Many people have outlets, such as reading, running, even just talking, and while I love all of these things, this is my outlet. Love it, hate it, but this is me, and these are My Thoughts.
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