I need to get it off my chest,
Stop playng it off like nothings wrong,
Stop pretending like the other half
Of your life isn't slowly destroying mine.
I wish I could open up,
Let you know what happened,
How in a way I have betrayed you,
Even if it was 'out of my control'
Maybe I should risk it all,
Get it all out, let the possibility
Of losing those close to me swallow me whole,
Just to not have to re-live this shit in these
Horrific nightmares, which intensify the situation.
But I don't want to risk losing you,
Or earning a shit name for something
That I had no control over, something
That if I had my way I would have stopped.
So I will bite my tongue,
Pretend that its not killing me
That its not eating me alive,
Like a parasite feasting on their host.
So to avoid losing you,
I'll lose part of myself,
The part that will be stuck
On the past.
A contest entry
- What We Don't Say by charmander13.
700 points, ended May 7, 33 entries
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any constructive critisism.
Comments
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good job
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Hi,
"parisite" is spelled "parasite", but all things considering, this is a really good poem!
I think your metaphor of the relationship between parasite and host is very refreshing, and it works well for your poem as a whole too.
But it's a bit too vague and ambiguous... and I don't really get a clear idea of what has happened? Ah well, but perhaps you meant it to be this way...
Anyhow, thank you so much for your entry and all the best to you!
♥ Char
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