Why would I stop caring?
It's not like everything and anything that I have ever hoped for happened.
To be in love...
for as long as I can remember it's what I wanted
and man did it happen
I guess thats what I get
My heart was bleeding down my arm
and again and again
I asked for help to stop it
Why would I stop caring?
To want to beg
whisper
at night to make it all stop
from so young
confused
and broken
but to be in love...
wouldn't that make it all stop?
I kept thinking to myself that other people were thinking to themselves that I am incapable of independance
and why wouldn't I be
it took me a long time to figure out
really
what a friend was
Why would I stop caring?
poor and made fun of
that girl lets here mom make her clothes
prolly cause she can't afford new ones
and why won't she take off her socks
prolly cause theres holes in them
and I would think
that kids cute
but to be in love.....
I knew it would make it all stop
I want a baby
then I would have to be grown up
and respected
and someone would finally
see me
and listen to me
but man,
what about this world
it's funny that we had like
6 blankets in the car
and we couldn't give one of them
to that homeless
cold
lonley man on that bench
and it was accepted
but if I was in love
then I knew he would understand
So why did I stop caring?
because it all ends up the same
things are forgotten and people are hurt
again and again
one thing I've learned
is to never get to comfortable
in your own damn skin
that shit never fits right.
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Comments
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There's almost a blue-sy music quality to the tone of this poem that really comes to be heard when reading aloud. I really liked that.
Your poem reminds me that seeming sense of comfort felt by "being in love," but being in love is never to lose that inner child, that inner voice always there and telling us that things are just not right by simply being in love. Love has to feel right...Not always like silk against skin, but sometimes the feel of those most comfortable jeans or the sense of writing and releasing what's innermost inside of us through a poem.
Thought-provoking poem, and truly enjoyed the read, Girl!
Jo
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Thought provoking
I have been in love, out of love, homeless, wealthy and everything in between...nothing can calm those voices in your head but you. Sometimes I wonder too...why do I bother with these things like taxes, cleaning and working? It doesn't change my purpose, or the view people have of me. I like your work. Its very close to that cold place inside. Angst is one of the most driving and powerful feelings in this great rat race. It motivates us to be realistic. This is a good write. Thank you for commenting on my "Insect and Man". Hope to hear from you again soon.
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Beautiful
YOUR EMOTIONS ARE THERE. YOUR CONVICTION TO THE WORDS ARE CLEAR. GREAT WRITE! LOVE IS TRANSLUSENT. YOU ONLY NEED TO BELEIVE YOU POSSES IT. BUT IT HAS TO BE FOR ALL THINGS TO REALLY UNDERSTAND IT, DON
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