Ayla Hughes Poet I do not know?

Looking Back On the Bad

i sit here on the tracks 
everything has changed 
i try to sort out these new facts

i was his number two 
I didn't know
 But now i do
and its time to look for 
someone new

today my old teddy provided no 
comfort
so im here instead 
  one of the few times im truly 
hurt

im looking back on the bad 
he was my number one
And now I'm  so sad

i run my fingers through the 
gravel
tears rolling down my cheeks
my world is slowly starting to 
unravel
 
im looking back on the bad 
but all i see is him
i think of what i thought i had 
 
I remember his sweet kisses
Tender moments I hope he 
Forever  misses 

I guess I never truly showed 
how I felt
How each time he warped me 
in his arms I would start to 
melt

I'm looking back in the bad 
And I'm ready to die
Ive wasted my trust
And I'm wondering why

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Carol Sunshine Brown August 8, 2011 at 7:14 AM A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Aylala. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol

Dr.Ram Mehta August 7, 2011 at 9:06 PM Thoughtful emotional expressions, Aylala

Linda-Marie Sweetheart August 7, 2011 at 4:17 PM Welcome to Poetry Soup.. so enjoyed reading your creative write.. enjoy the site with its many features as u continue to share words with luv..

Steven Cooke August 7, 2011 at 3:18 PM sad and hurt, always makes good emotional poetry. i like this , a very good write

Jack Ross Jr. August 7, 2011 at 2:48 PM Terrific write young Lady....love unrequited is a sad and hurtful thing...with love...old Jack