I don't feel a thing,
And I've stopped remembering
All those little words and phrases;
Those little quirks and little phases.
I don't feel as I did before-
There's nothing beautiful left to adore;
It's all gone and it's all in the past,
Do I finally feel secure at last?
I'm not sure, you tell me:
Is this what I was supposed to be?
The blasphemous poet and his pen-
That's how you make me feel every now and then.
In bitter contempt I write this note
To shove my message down your throat:
As fine as I may seem to be,
I'll never go back to the same old me.
Author notes
For you, my lovely darling. Just for friggin' you.
A contest entry
- I don't know what to think anymore. by ninja girl 418.
850 points, ended December 30, 2008, 46 entries
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