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michellemckee Junior Member
since 2000-04-28
Posts 49Tucson, AZ |
Who are you to mock me? To laugh at my love for you As if it where some trinket to be easily discarded once played with Who are you to tell me I am not worth your time? You who begged me to love you once Who couldn’t get enough of me like some child with a shiny new toy Who are you to step on my feelings? As you pursue you newest interest Chasing new conquests at top speed As my heart slowly twists in your tailwind Did you think I felt as you did? That love was to be wasted on anyone Any time I felt the need Disposed of when satiated What kind of monster are you? Walking away from me as I cry out For some empathy or an explanation Some small pittance of compassion What kind of sadist am I? Still loving you in spite of the pain Needing you in the presence of your disdain Missing you as you stand before me laughingly cutting my throat Dance like no one's watching. Love like it's never going to hurt. If it does hurt, shoot em! <Grin> |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~My my....this post is powerful. I could feel it,...have been here with you...still loving, still giving and caring when all you get in return is "sick torture laughing"...I wrote a poem a while back about something similar. (check it out if you have the time) It's titled...this isn't a poem...more of a vent (ironically). Great work here...and take care. Peace  |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
This is called the false leaf syndrome, when a leaf is cut in half, under krillan photography it still shows the cut part, as being there. We miss what is cut off, even if we know it's not there anymore. I believe it's the feeling we miss, not the person now, but the person then. my heart to you kid. this is a great poem very powerful, strong. Use this inner strength to pull you out. Joel I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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