Tell Me Why (part 3)

This is the final part of Tell Me Why, inspired by the same events as the last three. Written, again, a couple of days after the last one.

You did it.

You asked me.

You said the words.

Finally.

Keeping it a secret

For now.

Everyone is going to find out anyway.

But I made you promise

It didn't have to be a secret

Before I said yes.

And it's gonna work.

I know it is -

Because it's me;

Because it's you;

Because it's us together.

Tell Me Why (part 2)

Inspired by the same events that inspired Tell Me Why (part 1). I wrote this a few days after the last one.

Yeah, ok

I like you.

But she's my friend.

You don't have to

Break her heart.

'Secret' relationships

Never work.

Can't you see?

They said he's only gonna

Break break your

Break break your heart -

And I guess they were right.

You didn't even try.

Tell Me Why (part 1)

I wrote this at the start of last year. It was just a way of me getting my feelings out about something that was happening, so it's inspired by my life.

Why her?

Why not me?

What makes her so special?

Tell me why.

All those texts -

Were they lies?

Everyone saying

You were talking about me

All day.

Did they lie?

Or were you

Lying then too?

Tell me why.

The hugs

The laughs

The smiles:

What were they for?

Tell me why.

Can't you feel it too?

The electric touch

When you brush past;

The longing

When you're not there.

Tell me why.

Ok, yeah, I'll admit

She knows you better,

For longer too.

But maybe. . .

Don't you believe

In love at first sight?

I do now.

Tell me why.

Unfinished Poem One

Wink wink

Smile smile

Brush past

Stop a while.

Whisper whisper

Snatched words.

Quiet quiet

No one heard.

Although you know it's never going to happen.

Although you know it's just not meant to be.

You dare to hope

And dream and hope.

[To be continued]

Not sure how I want to end this one... So I'm just going to leave it like this for now.

Outcast

Wrote this a year or two ago, but never really finished it. I think I wrote it around a time when I was feeling particularly isolated from the people around me.

Alone.

Unwanted.

Shunned.

Trying too hard.

Always wrong.

Drifting.

Trying to stay afloat.

Getting sucked down

Into the whirlpool of

Life.

The Seal

This is a poem I wrote four years ago, with my friend Hazel. We were told to write a poem about winter, and I was inspired by a David Attenborough documentary I had seen recently.

The poor seal,

Trapped under the ice.

To survive,

He will have to fight for his life.

His tusks worn down

From scraping to survive.

Next summer,

He may not even be alive.

A few weeks later

He cannot even fight.

He takes his last breath,

His last breath of life.

Without his scraping

The ice closes down.

As for his,

It may never be found.