I loved you.
I loved you.
Ashes -...
they are the only thing left
"My body might be with her,
but my heart is always with you."
Words of a coward.
Hate.
I don't want it,
but it fuels me -...
like water gives life.
Your tears were always a facade -
while my heart was real,
(pretending not to love)
I bury things in places
that I'll always find -
feed off the pain,
because I can't let go.
My firm grip never weakens -
I, I never weaken...
I need kryptonite
to loosen the strength
of all that I hang on to.
I want to release you
from my heart -
because you were never engraved
in my soul...
Who is the coward?
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nonsensical babbling. just going crazy. dont mind me.
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Oh, by the way, I've finally wrote a new poem, instead of dusting off old discards. But I'm nervous about it...
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im sure there is no need to be nervous!
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You know, doing something just as small as italicizing a word was so effective hear. Set up the tone of the poem, instantly, I could almost hear the plea. Hmm, after that the poem sort of drifted. The last line was a real head-scratcher. Put there are some real jewels here, too, your strong tone, for one. That's always your strength, anyone ever tell you that? No one that I know of is better at clearly conveying the persona behind the poem, a character instantly relate-able and clear.
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thanks for the strength of character stuff.
i did feel like it drifted. i feel like i can't write anything. the past couple of years i just feel like i'm writing diary entries more than anything.
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You last line is the focus and pivot that spins the whole poem. Hate is just the energy, often, of desperation. Lonliness seems to be a beast that feeds off the tears and how dare some one, who said they care, cast you into that arena. Perhaps it is better to be free of the demons and then let the lovers flutter to the ground about you.
Love, Tom B.
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perhaps.
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Here is a
for being a little ... well, you know.
Love, Tom B.
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Loved the babbling and the way it sort of came full circle at the end. I have felt this way. Lots of women have. Sigh... you wrote about it masterfully.
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