I have always considered myself a poet. Ever since I opened Shel Silverstein's Where The Sidewalk Ends at eight years old, I started to write my own poems and said that my first profession would be a poet. I kept that promise, as I am now an English major with aspirations of publishing a poetry book before I graduate in May 2016. In college, students fall in and out of love. During my down time at work, I got the urge to write a poem about my own experience with love. Read or weep!
I am not disappointed because you could not handle what I had to give.
It is normal to not always know what is best for you.
I am disappointed that you were not willing to just "live".
To be willing to take a risk or two.
If you had just gone out on a limb,
To give our love a chance...
We could have had a light that would have never gone dim.
A love that would always enhance.
What hurts the most is that I tried so hard...
So hard to be the moon amongst your darkness.
To light your paths when the road got hard.
I was so sure that I could mend your brokenness.
I am not disappointed in myself,
For taking a chance on love.
For jumping in so fast...
I am disappointed in you because you could not see your potential in yourself.