Billions of texts sent out each day,
who thought but those few'd put me away.
Proof of betrayal? Cannot be certain.
Antagonist looms behind unseen curtains.
Implosive, the thoughts that fire 'cross my brain;
Explosive, my heart, dealing with the strain.
Is it going to actually happen once more?
After giving up everything, just another whore?
The scales of love, never balanced, but close
now tips and shatters, result of gross after gross.
So hypocrisy is your middle name,
twisting my heart; your sick little game?
Worse, my self-destructive, terrible nature
keeps me on a path of introventure.
Inside, kept tethered, a demon of emotion,
beating me with a forceful explosion.
On the surface, calm perhaps sad,
inside, convinced, I've gone completely mad.
Please give me the reason to end the assault.
Please give me the reason that this pain is my fault.
Author notes
Oh god.... how terrible my mind has twisted. The caverns of thought and memory are safe for NO ONE!
How did I do?
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Please give me the reason to end the assault.
Please give me the reason that this pain is my fault
some one commented on how we blame ourselves for what happens. but i dont think that is what you are saying. i think that this girl is blaming you and its completely not your fault. im sorry about what she did.. -
this is good
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Not really.
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wow
sorry I havent text you in a while I know this isn't for me or anything its just i had gotten my phone stolen and found out he sold it. I love how you put your piece together and how you worded this together. Nice work
Love,
Lysa Marye Spiess
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wow can i say that people always tend to blame themself and i do not say what doesn't aply to myself but yet again i'm here for you
your little sister
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this is fkn awsome...I love it, it is sad that you are enduring such depletion and such madnes, but at the same time you expressed it very well. One of ur best written poems yet. I can feel many different emotins in this piece which does not suprise me, as all your writes bring emotion to the reader...well at least for me. Very well don, flows nicley and has a very very powerful delivery. I must say you have not lost ur touchmy friend
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there's something about this that draws me in. It sounds pleading and desperate for an answer.
thanks for sharing, i enjoyed this piece
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Hmmn what can I say? Your words allured me. I feel like this piece is quite deep. Filled with pain masked behind anger. Am I wrong? Thank you g=for sharing, please keep penning on! ~~Iridessa~~
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An angsty write, the calm pretence suggestive of a passive aggresive character. The reference to just another whore as if equating all women as jezebels. Yes it is painful to see for the self that a loved one is being untrue, but you say you can't be certain. It's always best to be sure before firing an arrow that you have a true target though, for text messages maybe ambiguous if read out of sequence. It's sad that no sooner does man develop another piece of technology to communicate that it can be used to negate, lie or for adultery, so sad though, from seeds of suspicion doubt grows and undermines anyway. I have had friends discover their partner was a player via texts and emails. I discovered a player via IM and poetry. Ah, such wonderful, deep meaningful declarations were made to me poetically, even in testimony, if the inept loose lipped lothario had bothered to give each of us he played he may still be undiscovered but his laziness doesn't just include calling every poetess by the same supposed pet name but the gifting of the same lines supposedly written especially for them. Two poetesses IM'd me copypaste exact crapola that he had told and sold and lo and behold I accidently uncovered a third. When I asked him why he said for escapism and to relax. Such is technology, nothing more than another route for the players, predators and adulterers with that mindset, and yet, thankfully not all are born with either the baloney, blarney or gall.
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Wow...
Texting, again, strikes the throws of reality. Not that the emotions expressed are less pugnant when put in other context, but they're so much more cold when expressed via mobile phone.
Still, your poem turned out exceptionally nice. It's beautiful.
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I have to wonder after reading this just how many people can relate! I know I can and unfortunately there are probably plenty of others out there as well. Why do we always have to make the pain "our" fault! Why can't we place it on the person that hurt us and walk away? Great wonderfully written piece
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I relate to this very strangely. Sometimes I myself feel like I need a reason that the pain I feel is my fault, notably if its rejection. Good job!
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