Yesterday

by Lioness   Jul 15, 2012


You're nestled between
my dusty pages and
numbing words that
keep my heart feeling
empty inside.

You want to read me
like a book yet you
turn the pages vigorously
without hearing my story.

Skipping chapters, jumping
to the end not realising
that the road I took
was vacant and rutted
beneath my feet,

so much that I lost
my way and fell between
the broken cracks.

Instead...

you chose to judge me
for who you believe I am today
without knowing who I was yesterday.

and yesterday I thought I
was happy.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Sunshine

    What a killer. This is a very sad piece, perhaps a poem that is written from the bottom of the heart, or from the bottom of the..heart..

    Many people will be relating to this, but everyone aches with his own special ways, I love how you chose to draw certain images, and leave a specific kinds of impacts over the reads by showing, not telling.

    Such as saying:

    You're nestled between
    my dusty pages and
    numbing words

    ^
    you could see that in your head, then start thinking and relating dust...and numbing words with their symbols to find how sad, you are feeling and how sad, this is going to be.

    second stanza:
    You want to read me
    like a book yet you
    turn the pages vigorously
    without hearing my story.

    ^ damn, how true. your honest in this piece makes it very personal to both yourself and the reader, this part is just, unexplainable, although it is simple and clear.
    Because when someone treats us that way, they tend to be very unfair with us, oblivious of what we have went through, and of what made us what we are today.

    in this stanza:

    so much that I lost
    my way and fell between
    the broken cracks.
    ^
    you sound like you are innneed of this person, so helpless and lost...as if you are longing but you dont even know it, because what made you feel that way..other wise ?
    Yet on a side note! as if this person gave you a shock. did not fullfill what you hoped he might.

    without knowing who I was yesterday.

    and yesterday I thought I
    was happy.

    ^^
    HOLLY COW...you just made me saw OHHH with a loud voice, this was just...I dont know, it got to me, really really got to me!

    perfect...i love you.
    added to my favs...hats off

  • 11 years ago

    by Xanthe

    I didn't know I haven't commented on this til now :o
    I have nothing to say, really. But this is beautiful, Liz. I just want to say that. Whenever I read this, it saddens me. And I can easily relate to this.

    "Instead...
    youchose to judge me
    for who you believe I am today
    without knowing who I was yesterday.
    and yesterday I thought I
    was happy."
    ^
    The ending's just breathtaking, and perfectly penned. Please, keep writing

  • 11 years ago

    by Chelsey

    You want to read me like a book yet you turn the pages vigorously without hearing my story.

    ^^ dang! Award winning stanza

    Liz I loved this, great way of saying don't judge a book by its cover, and comparing yourself to the book :) as much as this was sad, I loved this! Your wording and creativeness always captivates me :)

  • 11 years ago

    by L

    Oh Liz,

    I do think that the past is to be left in the past, but that only apply to us.
    I mean, it applies for one person, so that there won't be any more struggles and that we could heal if the past is painful.

    But when it comes to other people, we have to open up.
    I mean to friends or mainly to a lover and so we have to bring the past up and share it like a book. One that hopefully, we have analyzed and completely understood. So if that someone can't understand it, we can explain the parts that seems vague. And also that whenever we read our book, we won't get hurt ( the healing part comes in). Though, I do agree that there are some parts of the books that no matter how many times we read them, they still get to us.

    And indeed, if we want someone to understand us, they have to read our book and not just scan through it. If they read it, it means they are interested to know everything about that subject, and they will not judge but will ask questions to understand it when they get stuck.

    This part right here,

    you chose to judge me
    for who you believe I am today
    without knowing who I was yesterday.

    and yesterday I thought I
    was happy

    Is a bit confusing to me, In a way, I thought it was a bit sarcastic because
    it says "and yesterday I thought I was happy" as if you are no longer sure if you were. Perhaps, you are happier at the moment? but you don't seem to be because that someone is judging you.. .
    So the only part that adds to me the sarcastic part is the "I thought"

    but if I think about it for too long, then I guess you want to say that only yesterday you were happy but not in the present.

    I'm not quiet sure, sorry.

    But I do feel the sadness in this piece.

  • 11 years ago

    by The Prince

    This is very sad, touching and poignant. Normally, there'd be a lot in here I would critique, but no, this is written in such a saddened and confessional way, I can't bring myself to.

    'Instead...

    you chose to judge me
    for who you believe I am today
    without knowing who I was yesterday.'

    How many of us can relate to that? How many people feel completely discarded at one point in their lives, thinking they know happiness and finally, they try to grapple on to it, but that one person is able to give and take it so so easily.

    I got a huge lump in my throat reading this.

    'You want to read me
    like a book yet you
    turn the pages vigorously
    without hearing my story.'

    So simple, yet so powerful. I love the paralleling of the common 'read me like a book' phrase, and the sadness that follows.

    I enjoyed this write from you. It's very pure, and unedited. A lot of people can't pull this off, but sometimes emotions can give us a way with words we never knew we had.

    Keep writing, dear. And keep smiling!

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