I hear the faint sound of laughter,
hear you boast how you’ve broken my heart.
But, worse you have broken my spirit.
You’ve called me a whore and a tart.
I who gave myself to you,
With the innocent notion of love.
Only to learn that you’d used me,
When you pushed me away with a shove.
Are you a man or a monster?
To call what I’ve done a disgrace.
When with words that were so softly spoken,
You swore love - and then laughed in my face?
Oh, how bitter the truth is - I know it.
How low I have fallen in shame.
But, though mine is the loss and the sorrow,
Naught but yours is the blame.
Patricia Gibson-Little
Author notes
I’m not sure this would make anyone scream with anger… but here it is.
Written October 1st, 2003
In a list
A contest entry
- Make me mad... by Nyuusen.
250 points, ended October 24, 2003, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Awesome write. Sure made me mad.
Oh, how bitter the truth is - I know it.
How low I have fallen in shame.
But, though mine is the loss and the sorrow,
Naught but yours is the blame.
Great lines!
Good luck in the contest.
Marcellus -
This is really good expresses a lot of the emotion.... I really enjoyed it a lot it was awesome thanks for sharing
Ambre
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