I haven't written in months.
The pages are left blank.
My thoughts are left trapped.
Are there words to capture this perception?
Unappealing.
Your disinterest
So revealing.
A river once overflowing
How quickly the water succumbs to dust.
Unresponsiveness
To my touch.
God, how I loathe the night.
What's behind your eyes shut tight?
Your thoughts seem to find a better place
Far away.
Far away from the vulnerability and
Dependency bottomless in your bed.
Nine months.
You're tired.
Its eleven p.m.
How can you be too tired?
I wish I was too tired...
The bitterness resonates
In the problems I purposely create.
I enjoy them less than you do...
Comment me and Ill comment you!
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This expresses a lot of pent up anger and I love your perception. I thoroughly enjoyed this.
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Well, I am happy to see you are writing again. I know this is kind of a rant poem but if I was writing this I would be more specific and add more..such as the way it made you feel..it's an mainly observation piece. "I enjoy them less than you do" Definitely using that later in life.
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