11/11A Poem by Ami McArdle
Could I say it to you
Without causing pain?
You sensitive soul with skin Painted like stone, A heart so plush. But I daren't play with it. No, not 'til the end. Through corridors of snakes Hissing and spitting, we danced. Losing ourselves in long grass Until found. Winter nights, breathing Dragon breathe on cold leather I looked to the gods ablaze. Your way was the only way. Your maid no more obliging. Your love was so possessing. So pure a man of gold Could not tarnish, i thought, But you are a man made of flesh You feel love, hate, envy, greed. I am only a woman. Human like you, Imperfect like you. Undeserving of your love. Undeserving of your care. Undeserving of your concern. I need security, not to be secured. I needed to be cruel to be kind, Don't remember me as Hurtful and Ignorant. Remember me as when I was yours. Dead or alive you will remain with me. But it is now time to set you free. © 2013 Ami McArdleAuthor's Note
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Added on November 15, 2013Last Updated on November 16, 2013 Tags: heartbreak, wrongdoing, betrayal, determination, sorrow |