Waste My WordsA Poem by Brighid an LasairSomething older.
I waste my words on you-
Hoping to produce something meaningful- But I was never good at creating meaning- I was never good at tearing words away From a heart that wants to shelter them- From a heart that wants to keep them secret- But I pick the lock to the vault of emotion- Shatter the encasing glass; leave it on the floor- Walk away feeling just as empty as before- Knowing that I’m sacrificing everything- For something that is potentially nothing- Nothing more than the eerie figment of a dream- A memory that will never come to fruition- Still a hope festering within my being- Waiting to break the skin- So that I might bleed- Bleed for you, bleed for the nothing between us- The nothing that produces the words I waste- Waste on you, trying to create a something- Something to fill the void- To make, my hollow being whole- Make me something more than I know to be- February 28, 2005 © 2010 Brighid an LasairAuthor's Note
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Added on August 18, 2010Last Updated on August 18, 2010 AuthorBrighid an LasairMyrtle Beach, SCAboutJust a few facts about me: I grew up just outside of Boston, I absolutely adore it, even now. I'm a huge fan of the arts in general. Many of my pieces were written in 24 hours diners over cu.. more..Writing
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