The Lonely Girl

The Lonely Girl

© 2012 Kerrie Meloche All Rights Reserved – The Lonely Girl

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My Broken Heart

At night I dream about you.
I dream of your betrayal, your lies, and my broken heart

I can remember the day I saw you.  You were standing there, next to that bitch, your laughter being carried by the wind.  I remember your ugly smirk, and how you decided to give me no answers.  Nothing to make me sober.  Nothing to make me better.

As I approached you I knew that you had let us diminish and slip away.  That’s when I remembered all the things you did just to make me mad, all the things you did just to make me sad, and my angry continued to grow.

You never truly cared for me, I should have seen it from the start.  The little secrets that found their way to the surface, your snooping through my e-mails to my best friend, the non-stop flirting with any girl that gave you the time of day, and as always, your last priority.

At night I dream about you.
I dream of your betrayal, your lies, and my broken heart

What I’ve Done

I wish that we had never met
I wish that you weren’t real
I’ve thought about how much you’ve changed and how bad you made me feel

I wish that I had never laid eyes on you
I wish that I had passed you by
I’m tired of feeling love sick
I’m tired of you making me cry

I’m sorry for the wrong I’ve done
For the love I gave to you
I’m sorry that I ever cared and thought that you’d be true

Hopeless Romance

Sitting in your car in the darkness of night, with the music playing softly in the background, your charming voice rings in my ears as our pleasant conversation carries through the night.

The cold air surrounds us as we drive around town; the streetlights brightening up our path.  Your car glides along the road as you smoothly steer us.  The crisp air clings to our sides, but we pass it by without looking back.

Gracefully you open the car door for me as you wait patiently in the cold.  The frost slowly creeps up your backside as you rub your hands together to keep warm.

We talk and laugh.  You look at me like you have something to say, something that you want me to know.  I stare back hoping that you will let it slip, hoping that what you have to say is exactly what i want to hear.

You barely know me, but you make me feel special; as if I was yours.

Brainy Fish at The Shedd Aquarium

Brainy Fish at The Shedd Aquarium

Photo Credit: Kerrie Meloche

Seahorses at The Shedd Aquarium

Seahorses at The Shedd Aquarium

Photo Credit: Kerrie Meloche

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