Oh so Pathetic, I Mean, Poetic.A Poem by JeneenessI am a pathetic little creature, I know.What am I thinking.
besides the impossible. Me thinking I could do something right. Blasphemy. Hope is a dull machete cutting through the jungle of realism. Hope has done nothing but kill me from the inside. I hate to think this of my only comfort, the only reason I have to hold on. One reason I have waited so long. Hope. It will be far too tedious to explain what I am hoping for. All you need to assume is to know this: in me, the heart is the least patient of muscles. And so much pain has come from following this Red Repulsive Pulsating Blob of a thing. Yet I give it my all. My heart, once my strongest ally, now grows weak with hopelessness. I need this to live... Am I referring to my heart? Who knows. I deeply deeply despise feeling this way. Save me, please. You don't begin to fathom what you are to me. really, you don't. For the most part, I don't begin to fathom what you are to me either. I am pathetic, In more ways than one. You made me this way. You gave me the hope that is dying now, ironically. I have this dreadful feeling, that what I hope for, will be fake or forever lost. I want neither. I am so confused. Give up hope, risk missing the chance I have waited so long for, or, hope until my last breath escape my lungs. © 2010 Jeneeness |
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Added on December 14, 2010 Last Updated on December 14, 2010 AuthorJeneenessMovin' Around, CAAboutI think it's time for a new bio: Ahem. I am 19. Short. Pierced. Tattooed. Shy. Outgoing. Inisughtful. Caring. I will help mostly anyone with their problems. I say mostly beause there has been maybe t.. more..Writing
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