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Alyssa Caudle

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

9 poems·Since July 2013
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This is Me

July 25, 2013
You made me Then you left You fought for me But soon it became to much And you gave up You took a break One that was often ridiculed Exspecially by me now You didn't want me then Why do you want me now? You forfeited the game Now its like your calling for a rematch Was the first round not good enough I don't know you Yet you've hurt me More that anyone I know Are you proud? Do you look at a star And wish you could go back And rearrange your fate Or are you glad Of the past you have I have learned to forgive But never to forget I learn to give and take But I know my limit Unlike most In my mind your words replay You said it was an ugly mistake You said it wasn't your choice That'd you'd wish it any other way But which part do you want to change? That's my only question Question my wisdom Question my words Just don't question my poem Its the only thing I have That isn't split in half Question my logic Question my thoughts But don't Question my Poem Its the only thing I have That's really mine Read this and think Are you really ready? And I will say one last thing Who's to say where the wind will blow I do not know
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