I'm done.
No more trying.
No more hoping to wake up again in your arms.
I'm just
done.
You keep tossing me around
like I'm your
second favorite Barbie doll.
First me,
then
her.
And you keep telling me this whole time that
you
love
me.
Bull-fucking-shit
you love me!
You can't take the person you "love"
and toss them to the curb
just 'cuz today feels more like a
"blond than brunette day."
I'm done.
I don't want to try.
I don't want to care.
I want to be
done.
I want to be stone.
Untouchable by anything.
Anything you say.
Anything you do.
Anything.
Limestone looked so good before.
I want to be stone.
A contest entry
- The Essence of Stone..... by torn dragonfly.
700 points, ended January 16, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Let me know what you think.
Comments
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This shows a lot of emotion, and was well put together. Strayed from the topic a bit, but I like and appreciate the metaphor that really tied the whole thing togethe
Nice write
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