It wasn't easy.
I still regret it...
to this day..
But I had to.
I did a service.
You must understand -
it was for your benefit.
Does it help to know
I still think about you?
Even now,
when the candle is out
and the soul has drought
It makes me sick.
To care even now,
to be connected to you,
to need you and want you somehow.
Do me a favor and don't forget
that I didn't just save my life -
I saved yours too.
I died for you once,
and I'd do it again.
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God bless your soul, sweet angel.
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There is that old cliche... What doesn't kill me makes me stronger... Who said that originaly again? Maybe it doesn't matter.
Maybe it is the living deaths that really make us stronger, the things that do kill us, the sacrifices. I don't know, maybe I'm over analyzing your work again.
There is more than one person I have desired to say these very words you have written to, although... most... of the people I have wished to say such things to, most of the static... it has faded and in time brought new expanded wisdom as I let it fade, understanding outside and beyond of self reference... growth as a person.
Do you ever wonder about the ones that have "died" for you, that perhaps you never even realised it was so impacting to them?
Again, likely over analyzing the poem here, but I do really like your work, you have a gift to say simply and clearly the things I am always attempting to say and try to disguse in flowery ambiguous prose instead. You have hard hitting words.
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To be honest, I hate my poetry because if feels forced and unnatural. I feel like my words are something I put together just to sound good and emotive, and not something that would be a natural talent. I think, though, that I have tried my best to be as honest and introspective as possible
Thank you.
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Honesty! honesty is the most important thing.
It never reads forced and unnatural, not the stuff I've read of yours.
My own stuff, I tend to love it completely for about six months or so, the I fall into utter hate with it, hate with myself for ever writing something so open or somethig so closed. meh. Maybe a good artist has to hate themself, a form of starving, and an artist that isn't starving isn't worth shit.
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Er, something like that. I am not a good artist, so I cannot tell. I would only say that artists tend to have a very conflicted personality, often expressing bipolar symptoms when viewing their own work. So, in that sense, maybe you are an artist?
I write poetry simply because I have a problem with repressing my feelings. And, also, I like to look back on my life once in a while and see how I've changed. -
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Ah yeah, the burden of the afflicted creative?
schizoaffective-bipolar-schizophrinic... it's all the same to me.
I like to see how I have changed as well, maybe my first point I was trying to get at with the original comment. Personally, I'm in the process of attempting to talk myself into making a cataloug of all my poetry, for the purpose of the whole "seeing where I've been/come/made it to" getting over the emotion repression and dealing with it proactively.
Your reasons for writing are good, similar to mine for rereading what I wrote.. that... one... time.......... -
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Beautiful
So very beautiful. I can't help but shed tears over this poem. I feel this way about someone yet it never ceases to amaze me at how much I care for them.. Great work and thanks for writing my emotions down for me
Kahy
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