Hello boy,
Do you miss me at all?
Are you thinking of me when you sit there and sulk?
The passion has died leaving me ashes,
And you're not here to blow me away or relight the flame,
So I'm sinking into your memory,
Sinking in, because I can't escape you,
Our life passing me by,
You made a promise to me,
A promise to stay,
But what the hell do promises mean to you?
You've never made a single one before,
It figures that you would break,
Break this one,
And I hate waiting,
I hate being pathetic like a little crying girl,
On the fucking street, broken pride,
Broken heart,
I didn't want to have to be this way,
But you made me, like all ways, you made me,
And I've got nothing left to share with you,
Aside from some more stupid secrets that really,
Are menial compared to what,
I've been sharing with you,
Maybe the things I omitted will make you come back,
Will make you stay with me,
But it's nice to dream.
I can't keep someone who wants to spend his life alone,
WHEN YOU SAID
YOU WOULDN'T HURT ME,
DID YOU MEAN THIS?
Because this is fucking hurting me,
I'm
Laying here,
And I'm
proving
that love can take me down,
As
always,
I prove
myself wrong,
And I love you unconditionally,
And I adore you through it all,
And I drew your fucking face on paper in three seconds,
I look at it and I imagine it,
And I feel like this picture
will make you real and tangible again,
But you've abandoned me to your memories,
And I can't
let you go.
Author notes
I miss him.
BE RAW
OhNoChastity
A contest entry
- Give Me [[RAW EMOTION]] by brittany.geeze.
525 points, ended January 8, 2008, 18 entries
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Comments
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You hit the nail on the head, i felt the same way about my ex-boyfriend, and it hurts so much to not be able to let go, the pain just eats away at you untill you cant take it anymore. i eventually got over him though with the help of my friends and by avoiding situations that would remind me of him, i hope thing are or do get better for you.
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I suppose this is very raw for you, you're probably a closed-door kind of girl, if you understand what I mean by that. It's emotional. But not the kind of emotional i was hoping for. Thanks for entering.
Keep Writing
-brittany-
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To me raw means the bone baring emotional, the stuff that's killing your soul. In the same way, a poem about addiction could apply to this, but only if it's tearing you apart. Maybe my interpretation was wrong. I guess I'm a bit confused by your comment about being closed door.
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