The Boy Who Blew My Mind

You blow my mind

Thinking I could be yours 

When you could have had anyone else

why me

You took me for a wild ride 

Saying this one doesn't stop

Captured my heart without a sound

I was so foolish, naive

Now I sit

Waiting for you

Your messages and touches

But as the time ticks by 

I start to realize 

Your.... not... coming

Left me there like a doll

Used and no longer played with

Why did it have to be me

Now I know what the others felt

Left behind 

Broken and used

Making us all foolish for you

Because at the right moment 

We realized

Your... not... coming 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Did you mean "you're not coming"---really like the "doll" stanza...The idea is here that she is not the first and won't be the last victim of this heartbreaker.
j.

[Curly Grace]

Such a heartfelt piece. the slow shift from hope to realization is really well done. The repetition of ‘Your… not… coming’ hits in that quiet, honest way, and the doll image stays with you. Really nicely written.

[Marie Kinnett]

Thank you, :)

[Feelings in a race]

A whole experience in one writing. Thats great

[Marie Kinnett]

thank you :)

[Thomas W Case]

Superb work. Powerful writing.

[Marie Kinnett]

Thank you :)

[BananaBellPepper]

The switch up was so well orchestrated oh mah gosh. The name is very fitting and it was a fun read

[Marie Kinnett]

Thank you I did my best

[Elliiii]

I see you, Marie, getting down with the poetry, I love this😋

[Marie Kinnett]

aww thanks