the spawn of a pause
It's interesting how things are said--how words can crush you;
how you can be obliterated
by ill-perceived sentiments,
aimed indirectly
at your bleeding heart.
I'm not sure about recovery
(I don't forsee it anytime soon)
but that isn't surprising,
as my life is virtually a pussing wound
of rejection
and disappointment.
Cue the violin music to the tragic story
of the woeful little handicapped girl
who speaks soft truths and melancholly
with words that drip with disdain
and resentment--
but never anger.
Because pain is all i know;
it is the constant variable in my experiment
of a life.
Tease me no more with these faint notions of love--
I'll have none of it.
Be gone.
~np
posted by crooked girl @ 11:37 PM
3 Comments:
Wow! this made me cry
So much hurt
Well written though
Jess, i'm always here to talk to
and god girl we need to chill soon
All my love
Danni <3
ahh...thanks danni. its not a matter of needing consoling (although i do appreciate the sentiment). sometimes things happen to us that we have no other way but to express but through a scribbled poem.
(don't worry...i'm not going to pull anything emo on ya) :P
good cause being emo is my job :P jk
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