I am by no means a poet. There was a time when I thought I was one, when I even thought I was a good one. Then I started literature classes in high school and didn't see the difference between great poetry and bad poetry anymore. Now writing poetry is something I like to do when my heart is broken. Lucky for me my heart doesn't get broken every day, but for my poetry it means, well... it means that I don't write very much.

My heart was last broken a year ago. I moved on, but had a few setbacks. During one of those setbacks, I wrote this poem. It lay unfinished on a scrap of paper under my bed, where all my painful personal projects end up at some point, and I only found it when I had to clean my room. I liked it when I found it, but saw it needed some tweeking. You see, in the original version I took the blame for getting my heart broken. The end was extremely sad. I knew I could do better than that. And so, I gave it a shot.

Walk Away

I wish I'd walked

Walked

Walked away

In my mind you were perfection

You were everything to me

Then with one single action

You destroyed our little 'we'

Yet you wouldn't give me the satisfaction

Of walking away to get to be

Away from all the harm and rejection

Let me just walk 

Walk

Walk away

Thousands of memories cloud my mind

They try to drag me back to the past

To back when you were sweet and kind

Yet I don't need you to make this life the best

Nor the memories of how it was all so ill-timed

So I'll shrug and shake it off

I'll leave it all behind

I'll walk

Walk

Walk away

The future lies ahead

Will you meet me at the bus stop?

A pretentious poem by Envy Fisher

When I met you at the bus stop

It took me a split second

In the blink of an eye

I'd fallen in love with you

Long before the bus arrived

When I met you at the bus stop

I needed no one to tell me

That something between us wasn't right

Still I told you I loved you

Long before the bus arrived

When I met you at the bus stop

I couldn't accept it was over

Until you said your last goodbye

You left me there, heart-broken

Long before the bus arrived

When I didn't meet you at the bus stop

I just sat there and waited

Did nothing but cry

Whispered: 'I miss you'

Long before the bus arrived

Will you meet me at the bus stop?

It won't take long, a minute

Certainly no more than five

We'll talk it through, I promise

Long before the bus arrives

What public transportation can inspire...

I hoped you enjoyed reading this. If you did, I may be posting more of this stuff this month.

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