i pull my already wounded heart from my chest,
and i give half of it to him,
the other half to you,
and ignore the rest of them.
i know i am stupid to let you have the bloody mess,
because there is just something about doing this,
that makes me feel so uneasy,
something that i know i must miss.
i guess it could be,
that you do not love me anymore,
and then the other who has a piece,
is engaged to a stupid whore.
but i am the stupid one here,
going on as if nothing has changed.
but i know one just wants an easy lay,
and the other is simply deranged.
but my simple heart is divided between the two,
and i have nothing left of it to give.
and i know neither one will give it back,
because they have it as long as i live.
so as i sit here in my apartment,
thinking over what i have done,
the both of you are out there hurting me,
boy, this is so much fun.
Author notes
so, i have been sitting here watching a friend of mine live her life like this... and i decided, what the hey, lets crawl into her head and write a poem from her perspective. well... i guess its more or less along the lines of how i would feel if i went through the same thing... but hey, im sure it works. and if it doesnt. oh well. im in a mood where i could really just care less.
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Comments
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this is a really great poem! it does fit with the prompt in a different way then most, thank you for entering my contest!!
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thank you. and i wasnt too sure about if it would fit the prompt or not, so i am happy to hear that it does!
reecie
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Who's the friend?
Because this sounds like me
but none of my crushes/lovers/pplwholykebrittyhotsezzorz
are engaged...
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