The only one I can not read.
Yet you know everything about me.
I'm sitting here alone, lost.
What am I to do?
I can't stand the thought of her with you.
Afraid to ask,
When the answer is unknown.
The One wasn't she?
Now I'm the one making you moan.
Here I am devoted,
Honest and pure!
How much more of this shit must I endure?
What is really going on here?
Between you and me?
If this is all a game...
Then just let me be.
Author notes
This poem is about a player phobea
A contest entry
- ~ Phobia's and Fears ~ by Florida Sunshine.
525 points, ended August 17, 2007, 14 entries
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Sorry for the long wait~ I'll promise to judge by tomorrow ~ I've been waiting on Dark to give me her two cents ~ She told me earlier~ but there were some additional poems submitted since then. I sent her a message... a few days ago~
If I don't hear from her by Friday I will close and judge then ~ Let me know if you have any problems waiting until then ....
Thanks
Mali -
Are you talking about a paranoia that your man is cheating when he's not? If so well done, it's those types of insecurities that kill us little by little~
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Yeah, this would definately fall under insecurities. ~ I think we all have em, some more than others...
Thanks for entering the contest ~ pleasure having you here
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