“Life Isn’t Fair” | An original poem by Briana Augustus
An empty feeling
Everything minus meaning
Nothing new worth being
Heart handled in hands maladroit–
As an oafish doll maker and his tainted toys–
Wishing there was an antidote
That would fix what somebody else broke
But one that doesn’t need lit-up bowls
One that can make my pourous heart whole.
Even today
My life’s still in disarray
Every time I go to the store
A memory’s visitor knocks on the door
I wish I could just simply forget
The reasons and moments that saw me as I wept
About the fact that your promise wasn’t kept
That I offered my heart, and you lied when you said you’d accept.
I don’t want to keep feeling your touch
These memories just hurt me too much
But I can’t keep on acting okay
I can’t honestly say that I’m not afraid
Because every time I see a kiss good-bye
It’s ours I envision at the end of the night.
Every time I see a pair of intertwined hands
It’s your tightening grip I feel against our bands
I can’t even think of going to a drive-in
Without remembering what we did when we went
It’s just not fair that these memories torture me
While long-forgotten flashbacks is, to you, all they’ll ever be.