there are wisps of irony
in your frown
and a fire in your eyes,
reminding you that you knew better.
same songs stuck on repeat
but catharsis isn’t coming.
is that self-destruction for self-improvement
or self-destruction for self-destruction?
hope must be lonely
inside those big, disappointment aided walls.
you know you’d be happier
if you stopped living in your head.
if you stopped pretending you don’t want
a big, ol’ teddy-bear hug
(and not just from him).
you know you’re being foolish.
stop living in the past.
when you said you liked bittersweet endings
did you want to emulate
the bitter
or the sweet?
it does no good to cry,
or scream,
or smile,
or want.
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Written September 21st, 2006
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thanks. i think it's funny how we all share so many experiences but we feel so alone.
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Good Job!!
This is one of the better poems I have read on this site...it seems to reflect the past 6 months of my life perfectly...THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS GREAT WORK WITH EVERYONE!! -
well written
enjoyed this poem... understand where it comes from... tanks for sharing -
Wow.. this is really amazing. It's very different from most pieces i've read on this site, and to me, that makes it more appealing. But you've done a great job with this! Awesome write and keep it up.
-Flo_<3
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