Apology Talks

Apology Talks

By Allie Marie

 

I don’t want to be like this.

I speak in apologies.

You’re taking away the best of me.

Whispers are the same as shouts.

I don’t want to speak anymore.

The truth can pain all of us;

even those who think themselves as victim.

There’s a time, a way, and place.

This isn’t it.

I feel sick.

Brevity

Brevity

By Allie Marie

 

I messed things up again.

I’m awkward, I know.

Don’t say it is you,

when we both know it’s me.

They keep on with all the talk,

but in my heart I know.

This time most likely-

you won’t call.

The sad thing is

I can’t even blame you.

You gave me some memories.

Maybe they were brief,

but you made me a little braver

so I will thank you.

Simple?

Simple?

By Allie Marie

 

You and I.

Say it again.

First we must continue to learn

the art of being friends.

Simpleness is so sweet.

Just figuring out next time we’ll meet.

I have to figure how to stand so still,

if this is really what we will.

My mind isn’t quite made up yet.

Is yours already searching for another step?

I’m afraid I’ll drive you mad.

I don’t want to make you sad.

All in My Head

All in My Head

By Allie Marie

 

 

The words that I once held so dear

escape my better judgement.

My writer’s block is at its finest

when I need my words the most.

Truthfully, I don’t know

if this is smart or stupid.

What they said about me,

I don’t know what it is or if it is true.

What and if.

The question marks we cannot escape.

What was she thinking giving you my name?

How do I know if this isn’t just a game?

Maybe this is all in my head.

I should have left things unsaid.

Limitations

Limitations

By Allie Marie

 

I am not the smartest.

I am not the bravest.

I am not the strongest.

 

I am not the dumbest.

I am not the meekest.

I am not the weakest.

 

We are born with limits.

Limits that are made to stretch.

Growth that wasn’t made to rest.

 

I am a creation.

I am not a duplication.

We are all of the same nation.

 

Problem

Problem

By Allie Marie


I think we have a problem.

It shakes us like an incurable disease.

It spreads like the plague.

I’d say I’m immune,

but I don’t know if I am anymore.

I don’t want any part of it.

I’m stuck.

Jealousy is a strand so lethal.

To misunderstand

twists into some kind of side effect.

We’re left with the biggest decision of our lives

to struggle for the cure

or become part of the disease.

Put in the Corner

Put it in the Corner

By Allie Marie

You’ve put me in the corner.

I am where I swore I’d never be.

I drown in the words I speak

that I said I never would believe.

These things are petty,

yet search for pity.

I know I am wrong.

I know I am somewhat right.

You shut off

another dim light.

Maybe, this is nurture.

Maybe, this is nature.

I guess we may find out

sooner or later.