I would drive those 4 hours, down to the next state
To let her know the time we spent, I did appreciate.
Regardless of the one to blame it doesn't matter now
I'd tell her that I care for her that she'd pull through somehow.
I'd hope that she would strive to find a love and inner peace.
Her thoughts and her anxiety of future should decrease.
I'd let her know that we weren't just a meaningless indeavor
that I'd descend through time and space, remember her forever.
I'd come to terms and say it doesn't matter who was wrong
to ease her pain and misery, I'd sing her one last song.
I'd laugh and then I'd say "you've still got lots of life to live",
for I know I can be at peace if I choose to forgive.
"I know that what has happened still remains a mystery
you have a special plce in me regardless of our history."
I probably start to break down, for one last time I would cry
and say "you're still worth so much more" then I could fade and die.
Author notes
I'm the type of person that can't hold grudges against people. Regardless of the things she's said and done to me, I know that certain aspects of what I felt were genuine.
This is how the meeting would go if she let it play out this way. I never forget anyone who's made a major impact in my life. With that, I know that my accomplishments would live on forever.
Scraped this together last minute, sorry if it's not that good. How ironic, that the thought of the "one last night" scenario, played through my head recently.
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Life goes on.
You seem to be going through a rollercoaster of emotions. At times you hate me, at others you forgive me, and at times you're confused.
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That's the one thing that you and I could never deny. We've always been on a similar emotional roalercoaster. That why I was surprised when I'd received the accusation and when you said it was for nothing.
As you and I are finally beginning to figure out, Life goes on. If I didn't care about or to a certain degree love you, this poem would've never been written. I'll give you a clue, I didn't write it for shock value, or a guilt trip.
Thanks for reading and actually taking the time to understand what I've said. I just wanted you to know, EVERYTHING. You're entitled to all of this information. Even if neither of us truly committed ourselves to the other, the things we'd done and the dedication was real. Oly a fool would deny that. You made up a big part of my life at that time. I figured the only way we could be on the right track is by my open confession which apparently came out and across wrong.
Well, thank god neither of us are dying. We can finally have the friendship we've always desired and deserved.
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Sounsd painful to be honest; it's like the poem itself is attempting to be uplifting, yet there's much murkiness beneath the surface. However, you must be quite an amazing person to never hold grudges
there aren't many like you in the world...
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I say this to everyone I meet, you'll never find another like me. You seemed to get what I was aiming for.
It's my way of saying, "if I die, I'd like to spend my last night with someone who I care for."
Perhaps you could call me a sap or a sucker, but at that point, what would I have to lose. She was indirectly responsible for launching me in the right direction, and if there was a way at some point down the line, even after all that has happened, that we could be friends. I would most definitely extend my hand of friendship once more if it was earned.
The title in itself is a bit of an irony. Met her here, her final screen name that she used before getting kicked off after her repetitive attempts at hacking my allpootry account, was Sound Of Madness, based on the album by the hard rock band Shinedown that bears the same title.
Speaking of irony, isn't it ironic that I have the appropriate justifications to toss her off as a self loathing loser with no potential or autonomy, yet I choose not to view it that way. Don't get me wrong, it was tempting, but in the end, forgiveness is more fullfilling.
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It's ironic that you couldn't call someone a loser cause she was better than you? Are you never toblame for being an arrogant selfrightious bastard? I saw some of your earlier poems, yeah, you clamied she had all the potential in the world, and nw you take it back...hahahaha, yeah, sure. You call yourself so forgiving and loving and honest, and so perfectly fucking flawless, wt a joke! You never gave a damn about her did you? If yr love for her was ligit, then you wouldn't be indirectly saying what a loser she was. Before you say you "love" someone, I suggest that you really do "love" them. But hey, ya know, being alone for thes rest of your life would be a great option.
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Awwww, how cute, someone who obviously knows nothing about the situation except what they read in my poetry is trying to tell me how I feel and what I've done. How pathetic.
You call me worthless based on what you don't know, I shall call you worthless for marching in to battle and firing off shots before you even know what enemy you're fighting. Yep, just like a lot of other foolish acquiescent drones in this life. By the way, if you don't understand what I'm saying, look it up, because I'm not going to repeat myself.
In the words of my dear friend Andrew, "those that don't know, don't deserve to know." I'd accept this shit from Sarah. You know why? Because she was actually involved in the situation and has right to say it. I shall now qute your foolish words. "You're just angry because I'm not taking your side like everyone else." For an incompetent identity hiding liar like yourself that claims to know so much about the situation, it's evident that you know very little.
Being as you love to advise me, let me pass along a few words of advice for you to follow. Objective criticism is not taking a side, in other words, I am neither right or wrong. The only reason you continuously struggle to understand what remains so plainly obvious is because you immediately label me as the only guilty party. I'm no saint, but I'm not the selfish arrogant person you seem to think I am. Someone who is selfish would run in to battle and underestimate their oponent, and view themselves as the ultimate holder of knowledge, hint hint.
Anyway, to clear the meaning of the poem up to you. She still has all the potential in the world, it's up to her to use it. Quite honestly, it's no longer my problem. If all people are as blindly judgemental as you are, loneliness doesn't seem like that bad of an option.
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I'm going to send the link to this to my friend JokersLove... I believe he can relate greatly to everything you expressed with this. Which by the way I really like this. And if by chance said person does still come on to read things... I hope she sees this.
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I really like this poem. I usually cant be mad at people for long i gotta forgive them, but i never really forget what they did. They could hurt me 100000 times over again and i still forgive them and wait for it to happen again, thats just who i am. Great write
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