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Suffering: I only want to want what isn't mine

"... but I am suffering" he told me most assuredly;
And he never ever lied.
The only one I ever
caught him in
was in the promise that
he'd never leave my side.
I was the light
in his haven of darkness;
and he was the passion in
my world of apathy.
And I need it still too much,
so I scream for him.
Why can't he see me?
"Just call my name, you'll be okay.
Your scream is burning through my veins."
But it never really does;
not like I want it to.
I only want to want what isn't mine.

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please give me an honest comment-  i didn't ike this too much, so i swear i won't be offended.
Written March 11th, 2005

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  • bw43
    March 23, 2005
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    i loved this. very well written. it expresses alot of mixed emotions, i think. and it sucks to want what isnt yours. i feel that way quite often. good job,.

  • hatememorestil
    March 11, 2005
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    i was wishing for a happy ending too... thank you for reading this- joseph was the person i loved best, and he's the person i gave the power to to hurt me the most. i'm glad you can relate.

    blessed be


  • Danna Hobart
    March 11, 2005
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    he was the passion in
    my world of apathy... these are my favorite lines, because I can relate to them.

    It is short, and I felt like there should be more when I finished reading. Not sure why, maybe I am just wishing for a happy ending? At any rate, this was good.

  • hatememorestil
    March 11, 2005
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    that is the way i am entirely- the sacrificial love- i am a horrible masochist and i find myself putting myself through more pain than anyone else could cause me because i refuse to let go- and it's poetry like this that makes me see this- and people like you who comment on it and make me realize that there are many people who do understand and that it's very arrogant to believe that oneself is the only homo-sapien going through the difficulties of love and death.

    blessed be