you know what
I knew what was happening
I wasn't blind to it
I wasn't 'that girl'
but I saw it
and I put up with it
for far too long
which is worse
it's kind of funny
if you really think about it
telling the story out loud
makes it all the more ridiculous
and I can laugh about it
and I have
but it still sucks the way it played out
Author notes
This is what I do when I don't know what else to do with myself. I write it down.
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Jen, I miss you. Are you ever coming back? email me at duana@allpoetry.com
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i am really surprised, what a great way to express something emotional and something what have a bonding with life. it really a great sketch and i understand the feelings as i have passed through something similer..
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Well you know Im a fan of your work.I alway have been. You remind me of emily dickerson. I thought the write was great and touching. Feeling of the heart. I know those and well you well.Because there will be a day when you can laugh about it.great write.
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hm I can relate on a much more insideous level. I sure wish I could be back in the days when all I had to care about was a boy breaking my heart. I know it sounds almost wrong- but cherish those moments and one day you will understand what I mean.
This poem speaks about stuff happening in my life on a very serious level - a story being played out that I am entangled with but have no control over. Now that is scary. I am still waiting for it to play out fully, and not exactly thrilled to know how it ends- though I do not think it is going to end until who knows when- it's the story of my nightmarish life.
I love the way you write about dynamics- so many people can relate.
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