Would that I could
separate
myself
from what it is
that you
put in me
You are that
line of distinction
I draw
when I can't
divide
white from black
Your soul
that I fed upon
so freely
was what kept me
satiated & sedated -
creeping
towards only you
when all I wanted
was to slide
away
(perhaps
I helped
destroy you)
Somehow my words
twisted in your
vision
and I became to you
that thing
we both despise
Now I feel,
though you are not
here
to tell me to
do so.
Let us hope,
you will learn too.
I request your most honest statements.
Comments
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"when I can't divide white from black"
This whole poem exists in that land where we don't know what our emotions are ....swaying one way, then the other, arguing with yourself about each "truth"
"when all I wanted was to slide away" is the line that really got to me very personally.
I real like the places this comes from ...and how acutely you have expressed (and experienced) these ambivalences.
On 2nd acquaintance may I make a little point to such a great philosopher/observer/poet?
The first part has a sexual innuendo which I don't think you intended.
I am in love with your writing.
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thank you so much for your compliments, and reading so many of my poems! I'm overwhelmingly flattered. >,<
I like hearing what you draw from the words; it's very interesting because rarely do people really dissect what I write.
I did actually intend the innuendo... I love doing what I hope are subtle things in my writing. Sexuality is something that is often incorporated into my writing, I'm glad you noticed it.
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