#89 For Sean

This poem was conceived after a glimpse at my reflection, and after a tumultuous few months of my life. It seemed to be somewhat of a realization when I looked at myself and saw how much I had changed because of this man. It is a poem of desperation for the better parts of the past, and it is also a poem about trying to find the strength to know myself again.

This poem originally was published in Sad Poems - Lost Love Poems

For Sean

by jenawin

I caught a
glimpse of myself
as I opened my
car door
yesterday

a face
I don't really
know
stared back at me

it looked eighty

bitter eyes
sharp lines in my
skin

a girl raped of her
innocence
I suppose

you know it's been
millions of years
since I've talked to you

I feel like you
died

let me feel the snow again
before I had to
sever you
from my side

let me hold your hand
the simplest things that
haunt me

let me pretend that
I don't really know the
truth

or better yet

let me
remember
the girl
under my skin
you
took away

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vc

good ppoems
Carmen

i was going thru the poems according to my situation and suddenly i saw 'For Sean' so i took a look because my first love was sean. and i like the poem very much. thanks jenawin!
codie

hey dont ever let no man bring you down and keep you head up
cami

I really loved it also I feel you I wish they could feel what they do to us I'm releaved to know I'm not the only one out there you touched me!
memory

great poem and keep writing
kayla

I always read poems. Every time i git on the internet, i always read them but nothing like this one. I liked this one so much that i cryed becuz i felt the same cuz i had a friend that got raped and killed bye i thought a realy good friend to me but he used me to git to her and hurt her and now every day im liveing with it cuz i fill like its all my falt. sry if i talked to long but i never read such a meaningful poem like this. good job it touched me and made me cry GREAT JOB!
christy

i loved this poem because it is like it relates to me in a past life or something and i dont even know why---genius
Saysha

Very good and passionate great job
Gina

Your verse about the simplest things, like holding his hand, expressed the thoughts haunting me right now. Keep writing. you have a talent.
Elizabeth

that was wonderful and it really touched my heart i went through the same thing and god only know it hurts but keep praying and ask for help thank you elizabeth
d

AWESOME
Reina

too sad, but too good
rosanna

This poem was amazing. I have been flipping through hundreds and I stopped at this one. It is beautifully written, and as I am a writer myself, I can see that you meant every word. Well done
Alison

I really enjoyed this poem. You are very talented, I hope to read more of your stuff in the future.
taylor

i reely like this one
lisa

very deep
Ashlea

I think that in the catigory witch I found this poem it was the best one. I just thought I would let you know. mayB its because I can relate!
Emily

They say misery loves company. I believe it! I came online tonite to see what poems I could find to console my broken heart. I was thinking of my first love: Sean. When I saw For Sean. my heart sunk. I read your beautiful poem, and felt ur words so deeply. Thank you.
Amber

I feel this poem. Your style of writing is really unique. I read two of your other poems and they follow a similar format to this one. You are a good poet!
Chasity

Hey! Great Job! I Loved your poem it reminded of my past relationship with the guy I once knew. I'm sitting here crying while reading it because it's so sad!

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#89 For Sean

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