EnoughA Poem by Beatrice MarsOhI'm good at lots of things, I'm a fine drinker And I know just How much I can take.
I'm not so good with you though. I don't know how much is enough And I don't really know you at all (But that doesn't stop me)
I gave you my soul, But that was more than enough And in your innocent rage You hurt me more than You ever could sober
Now I think I'm drowning you in this dark room (Soaking your liver, I'll kill you) And I won't feel guilty Because you can Make choices.
When you scream And shout and cry (And hit and kick) It doesn't make a f*****g difference, Because this is what we have And if you don't like it - And frankly even if you do, because I don't- Go the f**k away.
I'm sorry - Well I'm not - Yes I am.
Sorry. (But that doesn't mean I don't hate you, little boy)
You watch me as I cry, Perversely addicted as though I'm some sort of erotic, You tell me I'm beautiful And I don't understand.
You're weak when you say,
'I want to help you'
Because you don't really. (You're just trying to make yourself Feel better)
You're lying when you say,
'But I don't know how.'
Because (Even if you refuse)
And you're brutally honest when you say,
'And I don't think you can be helped'
Because you know how much I loathe
You (unnecessarily) point how What a contradiction I am. (I don't bother telling you to look in the mirror)
We're shouting at each other, But we're arguing with ourselves.
You stand across the room from me, Tragic, Beautiful And repulsive at the same time.
I hate how easily I (you) manipulate You (me). © 2010 Beatrice MarsReviews
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Added on September 8, 2010Last Updated on November 25, 2010 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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