About a guy I used to know.
A man’s smile laced with daggers
His voice dripping with the stain of sarcasm
His laugh dipped into the pool of pain
His heart woven into barbwire
His mind filled with thoughts
Of nothign more to gain
His stance filled with authority
His tears hdden beneath his smile
You probably wouldn’t have ever guessed
That this man is nothing less of suicidal
He laughs even if he doesn’t want to
Or even if he wants to cry
He remains dominating
Even if he feels he’d rather much die
He sucks back his tears
That he’s needed to cry for so long
He won’t ever tell you
When something has gone wrong
He loves his family
Yet he hates them so much
His mother slaps him around
He’s oblivious of a loving touch
His father sleeps around
And drinks his problems away
Yet still, Braden smiles
And endures another day
No one really gets this man
Not really the son his parents wanted
From what I know of him
He takes nothign for granted
He lives each day
To the best of his ability
He covers up his pain
He hides his misery
He’s had a tough life
You can surely see it in his eyes
He’s the one guy I want to be with
I want to hear his hidden cries
My friends try and talk me out of it
Trying to get the facts though my head
They try and make me realize
We go no further than bed
I don’t seem to grip it though
I can’t get a hold on reality
How could he not feel the connection?
Was the only one who felt it me?
Did he not feel anything?
Was I just a tool to him?
Maybe he does feel something
Friends say chances are slim
They say I want so much to believe
That I can see something in his eyes
That I’m blaming the results on his problems
That to myself it’s me who lies
They say there’s no possibility
He could ever fall for a girl like me
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