Medals of Honour

I wouldn’t say this is my best poem but I’m proud of it at the same time! I dedicate this poem to those people who believe that their problems or struggles are not big enough to tell anyone or to the ones that just don’t have anyone in their lives that listens/understands these problems! Enjoy and see ye in the next post.

 

Deemed with tokens of war,

For all the battles I have faced.

Given such rewards is an honour.

I should be proud of these

But I am not!

They symbolise my battles,

But battles I have not won.

They just cover up my mistakes,

My failures

And my scars.

I am no war hero.

I was just a pawn that came out

The other end.

True heroes come across my path,

They deserve such tokens I was given

For their bravery and sacrifices.

I’m ashamed to tell my war stories.

I am not worthy enough to tell

Such stories.

My scars, misunderstood and

Deemed minuscule.

But I’d gladly take away the pain

Of these heroes

So that they can breathe again

And fight another day.

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Second Chances

New poem, guys. This is for the lovely people out there that keep giving people second chances and for some reason, it doesn’t seem to work out for you. Hold on guys. I promise you that things will get better. Enjoy!

I remember it all too well,

This feeling of a broken existence.

I cry out my feelings,

But I don’t give you the satisfaction of seeing my tears.

We went to our favourite café,

And ordered the usual.

All of the happy memories spent here,

With your laugh and smile

Over a cup of coffee,

Have been replaced with this empty feeling.

Your eyes filled with tears,

As you spoke three little words:

“I am sorry.”

Words so meaningless and hollow to me.

I have been here too many times.

I am sick of this constant replay of events.

For once, can this movie end differently?

Where the girl gets the guy,

No complications, no bullshit,

And live happily ever after.

But this isn’t a fairy tale!

This is reality!

“Please forgive me. I am nothing without you.”

There it is again!

I am nothing without you,

Really?

That phrase has been overplayed

Through your lips,

The same beautiful performance that comes so easily to you.

But this time, it has a new effect on me.

It sickens my stomach,

It causes my teeth to clench,

And my heart to boil over.

My mind and heart can’t take it anymore.

My big heart led me to these repetitive acts of forgiveness.

Time and time again, it ends the same way,

I’m stuck in a time loop,

And the only way out is to cut you out,

Cut you out like a poison in my veins.

My small bit of sadness is replaced,

With exhilarating joy.

The sight of your tears and the look of realisation in your eyes,

That it is over,

That it is really over,

Excites me.

Too see your heart break,

Enthrals me.

For once, you are the one filled with sadness.

For once, I am not giving you a

Second chance.