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Itchy

I’m wondering how long this will continue.
When I’m 40 and happily married,
(Chance would be a fine thing)
With several children bouncing around,
Will I still meet you in dark places,
For a few ‘I hate you’ fucks?
When I’m 85 and doddering about my home,
Feeding my seven million cats,
And waiting for old shows to come on,
Will I still hear your whispers in my head?
A more painful kind of nostaligia?
If I find myself in another serious relationship,
One that isn’t, for once, disastrously sabotaged,
Will I be able to let you go?

Will you let me go?

I tried, once,
To push you back into the shadows
You were so obviously spawned from,
But you came slinking back.

I know, it’s my fault,
As much as yours;
You’re like a drug, to be cliché,
Like an addiction, or,
To put it in a more accurate way,
An infection. I scratched you
And you spread.

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Dammit.
Written February 15th, 2006

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  • thorlorn thanatos
    March 20, 2007

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    Beautiful poem, well written.

    I would like to see more of your poems

    Good luck in the contest

    Ryan


  • Cyanide Milkshake
    February 16, 2006
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    Thanks muchos ^.^ xxx


  • black kitten22
    February 16, 2006
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    wow i love this, its quite unusual and original, brutal and straight to the point, its very well constructed, simply perfect, i totally relate to this, i like your authur page too, well done. angelx

  • Cyanide Milkshake
    February 16, 2006
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    Lol, are you kidding? I havent read a poem by you that didnt make me go 'Wow, thats amazing!' so
    But thanks, I appreciate your comments as always ^.^ xxx


  • solarjinx
    February 16, 2006
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    You have an amazing gift with words, X. Just when I think the last poem I read by you was my absolute favorite, you toss out another one that is equally compelling. How you continue writing at such great heights, I will never know. Me, I'm happy as hell to come off with just one exceptional poem out of many, but you do it each and every time.


  • Cyanide Milkshake
    February 15, 2006
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    Thanks muchly Indeed they can. XxX

  • Cyanide Milkshake
    February 15, 2006
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    Not sure I want to kill the SOB, heh. Well, I do. But I dont. But I do. You know? Lol. Anywhoo - thanks for your awesomely super comment ^.^ I am flattered. xxxx


  • xXxJenxXx
    February 15, 2006
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    You know how u can get rid of an infection? Get anti-biotics and kill that SOB! you have a way of writing about things everyone goes through to make it seem orignal and new. Thats hard to do, everything's been written about, but you find ways to make it different and unique and great. Good job! You're a poet idol! (my poet idol)


  • myselfinthemaking
    February 15, 2006
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    Aw, tha sucks. But it's a good poem.I love the analogy to an itch, an infection, that's great. I'm sorry you had to go through stuff to feel this way, but infections can be treated, just try. Good luck, and awesome poem.

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