Open Poetry #15 |
What Do I See In You? |
darkling Member
since 2001-08-28
Posts 90altered state of mind |
NOTE: I would have written about the horrible terrorsim act carried out this morning, but I do not think i could do justice to the harted, sorrow, and even fear i feel in a poem, or words even. I only hope somehow we can recover, hopefully a stronger nation, from this disaster. So here's a poem i wrote, just to release pressure. It's hard to say what it is i see in you. Maybe its your smile, or good looks. Or what you say or what you do. Could it be the way you treat me? The way you laugh, or stare? Glance my way discreetly? Maybe it's the way you tease And touch, and croon and grin. That has me on my knees. Or perhaps its not that at all. It could be the way you help me when i fall. Yet you passed me by, quite often. You glare, and shove, and joke, But cruelly, your face wont soften. What's this? Have i dreamed? Is your love, affection, is nothing The way it seemed? You do stare, but scoff and poke. You laugh so cruelly, Am I a joke? When i look at reality, I realize you've never once touched me. It hurts me deep when you taunt me so. The way you never let your true side show. I thought you helped me when i fell, but you pushed, you forced me down again. What do i see in you? I see: a cruel, and heartless man Who cannot leave me be. Who only makes my life much worse, The only phrase you've uttered to me is some horrid curse. I think i have to reconsider. I dont like you much. I will not stand for this I wont! Whatever quality you do posess. It's not heart, courage, brain, love, or tenderness. You do seem to posess rudeness and hate, and spite, and an ever present shrewdness. I thought I wanted to be with you To follow you about do what you do. Now upon closer inspection, I've come up with this last reflection: I think i have to say that i dont love you. In any way. |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
sometimes, it's good to just get all of that out. . .this is one of those times. . . well done. . . ----------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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