Home
Young Writers Project

Search form

  • Login
  • DONATE
  • CREATE
    • RECENT POSTS
    • THE DAILY READ
  • COMMUNITY
    • TINY WRITES
    • BOOK CLUB
    • OH SNAP! OPEN MIC
    • YWP PODCAST: Line Break
    • YWP CALENDAR
  • CHALLENGES
    • WEEKLY CHALLENGES: Jan-June 2022
    • CREATE YOUR OWN CHALLENGES
    • JOURNALISM CHALLENGES
      • Journalism Project Info
    • LIFELINE CONTEST: See the April issue of The Voice for prize-winners
    • THE GREAT POETS CHALLENGE
    • CHALLENGES BANK
    • YWP RESOURCES
    • CALL TO ARTISTS
    • SYNESTHETIC ART
  • PUBLICATIONS
    • ANTHOLOGY 12
      • Celebrate Anthology 12 Podcast!
    • THE VOICE
    • SPECIAL ISSUES: The ELM 2021
      • A Celebration of Trees
      • The Social Distancing Journal
    • MEDIA PARTNERS
    • YWP NEWSLETTER
    • ANNUAL REPORT
  • ABOUT
    • ABOUT YWP
    • "YWP is ..." Who we are!
    • PERMISSION FORM
    • TERMS & CONDITIONS OF USE
    • CONTACT US
  • Donate
  • LOG IN/JOIN
Previous Post
Next Post
Oct 24
poem
Abby_Simmons

Now, I See

I can't believe
it took until now
for me to notice
your vicious ways.

You made me feel special.
You made me feel important.
But because you
don't love me anymore,
I must not be.

It took the pain
of losing you
for me to know
the truth.
About your cowardice,
your deceit.

Now that I'm
not your target,
I can see
how I was played.

I can see how
you do the same to others,
you charm your way in.
You convince them,
that they can lean
on you, you'll support them.
Until you want to leave,
so they crumble down,
like I did.

You broke me,
yet I almost wish
I was still the one,
you would carry
to the top of that
beautiful mountain,

just to drop
off the cliff.
 
  • Abby_Simmons's blog
  • Sprout
  • Log in or register to post comments
  • Print Friendly, PDF & Email
Posted: 10.24.16
About the Author: Abby_Simmons
MSG / CONTACT
RECENT LOVES
  • My Laugh
  • Why I'm Scared
  • go ahead
  • schizo
  • Morning Rain
RECENT COMMENTS
  • Thankyou! I think I will add
  • Hi Gracie! I love poems about
  • Awww, thanks Gracie, that's
  • Wow Sara, this poem is
  • Nice Goose! I love the photo

Other Posts

  • Remembering You
    What I remember of you is very little.I was young when you passed. Read more
    in poem 2 Comments
  • For a Dear Friend
    A Leaf fluttersbefore blowinginto the stream below.A moment, serene; Read more
    in poem 3 Comments
  • When Writing
    When putting words on paperBecomes like trying to squeeze out Read more
    in poem 2 Comments

Discussion

Comments

  1. gliech
    Oct 24, 2016

    Whoa. Those last few lines gave me chills. I am popping this piece into the Editor's Room, which is where we YWP staff and mentors put pieces we'd like to recommend for publication! (It should really be called the Polishing Station, or something).

    • Log in or register to post comments
  1. Abby_Simmons
    Oct 24, 2016

    Thank you so much!!!

    • Log in or register to post comments
  1. gliech
    Oct 24, 2016

    Sure thing! Is it a true story? It sure sounds like one...

    • Log in or register to post comments
  1. Abby_Simmons
    Oct 24, 2016

    I won't say too much, but yes- its a true story.

    • Log in or register to post comments
  1. gliech
    Oct 24, 2016

    Fair enough. Just wanted to say thanks for sharing what must have been a hard experience. Seems like you've come out on top-- but still. Thanks for trusting us with your story!

    • Log in or register to post comments
  1. corgiluv101
    Oct 24, 2016

    This is so scary, but you wrote it beautifully! I'm amazed!

    • Log in or register to post comments
  1. Abby_Simmons
    Oct 24, 2016

    Thanks! :-)

    • Log in or register to post comments
  1. SilverGoose
    Oct 24, 2016

    This is amazing Abby, I love you!

    • Log in or register to post comments
  1. Abby_Simmons
    Oct 25, 2016

    Love you too, Goose!!!

    • Log in or register to post comments
  1. reuben1956
    Oct 26, 2016

    Hi Abby. I especially love the end of this poem. The balance of the piece is quite clear, but i can really see and feel the mountain image, and how it plays into the overall meaning of the work.

    • Log in or register to post comments
  1. Abby_Simmons
    Oct 26, 2016

    Thankyou!

    • Log in or register to post comments
  1. Winsome Monica
    Oct 31, 2016

    Abby, I believe the poem is really no more that the first three lines, line 9 and the last eight lines. I think that would make a powerful twelve-line poem.Please tell me what you think. I love the last eight lines.

    • Log in or register to post comments
  1. Abby_Simmons
    Nov 03, 2016

    Thankyou for your feedback, but I'm a little confused on how line 9 would work by it's self

    • Log in or register to post comments
  • ABOUT
  • DONATE
  • PUBLICATIONS
  • SUBSCRIBE TO NEWSLETTER
  • JOIN/LOGIN
YWP is a creative, online community of teen writers and visual artists, ages 13-18. We're based in Burlington, VT, and we welcome young creators from anywhere!
Special thanks to The Kemmerer Family Foundation whose generous support made this new, improved website possible.
Website development and design by Refaktor Inc., Summit Creative Works, and YWP's Vivien Sorce, Lauren McCabe, Katherine Moran, and Susan Reid.

Young Writers Project | 47 Maple St., Suite 216 | Burlington, VT 05401
501(c)(3) nonprofit established in 2006
Contact: Susan Reid, Executive Director: [email protected]; (802) 324-9538