Showing posts with label betrayal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label betrayal. Show all posts

Friday, April 17, 2009

forewarned

i tried to warn you
that you were playing
a dangerous game
one that i could play
much better
but you wouldn't listen
and now
that you see how easily
i can twist
them round my finger;
how quickly
your own friends
might stab you in the back;
now you know
how dangerous the game
can be
and how amusing it is
that now
your loyalty
knows no bounds
your devotion
knows no end
such a pity
that you had
to push me
into showing you
the possibilities

© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Thank You

Thank you for letting me walk in on my own
Thank you for allowing me to fight my fights alone
Thank you for leaving me alone and without hope
Thank you for not caring if and how I coped
Thank you for not asking what happened in my life
Thank you for not caring about those tears I cried
Thank you for leaving me lost and hurt and scared
Thank you for showing me how much you didn’t care

© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Untitled

Ah my love, you know so well
The pains that send me straight to hell
And once arrived you sweetly swear
You weren't the one that sent me there
You lie, control, manipulate
As upon your love I sadly wait
You think my love, I'll never leave
No matter how you make me grieve
But there's one thing that you should know
I'd rather leave than die this slow

© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Untitled

You tell me that you love me and baby I know that it's true
But somehow there never seems to be enough of me for you
I wish you could be faithful and I wish you could be true
But how can you love me and act the way you do?

You tell me that you're innocent and you haven't done me wrong
But don't you know that I have been watching all along?
You're thinking that you've fooled me and that I could never know
But baby can't you see I just gave you enough rope

So when you're standing lonely and you wonder where I've gone
Maybe you can tell yourself that you did nothing wrong
But when I came to talk to you and ask you for the truth
Baby I already held in my hands all the proof.

Don't you think I see? Don't you think I know?
Baby, no matter how I love you, I can let you go
I'm tired of this fighting when it always ends the same
And I'm tired of trying to play a no-win game


The saddest part is that you don't know the truth could set you free
If only just this once you could put your trust in me
But instead you give me lies that I can see right through
And cry crocodile tears as you try to hide the truth
So baby, if lies are going to be all that I ever get
I have to say it's over; You win; No more, I quit.

© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

plagiarism

i write you poems to show my love
but then i hide them from you
and i know it may not make sense to others
i don't do it because i fear your reaction
i'm sure you would at least
pretend to like them
i don't do it because i fear
you'll misunderstand my words
i could always explain myself
and make you see what i meant
i hide my poems from you
because no matter how much i trust you
i can never forget
hearing my hard found words of love
falling from your lips
to her ears

© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene

Well, hell...I was in a good mood. I really thought I was over that one...*sigh*

Thursday, September 18, 2008

My Enemy

i know it shouldn't amuse me
to hear of your difficulties
but you destroyed my life once
and so
i can't help the sadistic streak
that rears its head
the little voice in my mind
that laughs
when i hear
about your car wreck
when i find out
you have lupus
when they talk about
your strokes
how your husband left you
and your children hate you
and that bus that hit you?
that one was priceless
i know it's cruel and petty
but did you really think
that you could hurt me
like you did
and not pay for it?
ah, but i guess
people like you
never learn

© 1991-2008 Samantha Greene

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Who Am I?

I am everything
I am nothing
I am not enough
I am too much
I am never what you need
I am never what you want
I am simply what you have
I am the one who waits for you
To get tired and come back
I am the one who makes due
With what you choose to give
I am one who can never trust again
You bruised my heart
I would have loved you
Like no other could
If you had only been willing
To love only me...

27 August 2008

© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene

Crocodile Tears

Crocodile tears
God, how I hate them
As you say you're sorry
You didn't mean to
Try to hold me, kiss me
As if I didn't still have your handprint on my throat

Crocodile tears
God, how I hate them
As you say you're sorry
She didn't mean anything
You didn't really love her, no
As if I didn't hear you say you wished I was her

Crocodile tears
God, how I hate them
As you say you're sorry
Never happen again
But it will
Is it your fault for hurting me?
Or mine for staying?

27 August 2008

© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Lost

Softly calling
Hear my plea
Yet no one answers
Nor cares to love
Tears fall helplessly
From a broken heart
As lovelight slowly fades

The dream has been shattered
A river of misery
A tide of regrets
I wish I could
Make it all right

7 November 1994

My World Has Fallen

Crying at the window
Slowly the rain falls
My world has fallen
I cannot take much more
What did I do wrong? I asked
He never did reply
Where did I go wrong? I demanded
He simply watched me cry
And turned away
Left the love that I so cherished
To fall to ruin and decay
Misery and heartache
Are old, dear friends
They visit me often now
My world has fallen
And no one can put it back
The way it was
When you were mine.

31 August 1994

The Mirror

Broken pieces
Almost too easy to pick up
So simple to fit back together
But the cracks
Will always remain
And the vision can never
Be whole again

17 September 1996

Distant

He used to say he loved her
Everytime he saw her
But lately he only says it if she does

He used to want to hold her
With her head upon his shoulder
In a bedroom that once was filled with love

They used to laugh and tease
And say anything they pleased
But now the house is quiet as a tomb

He comes home in the evening
And sits before the T.V.
And never even knows she's in the room

Has he grown bored with her?
Has he sparked an old flame?
She could fight this enemy, if it only had a name...

November 2001