jp

this isn't finished. not that it will ever be.

if you asked,
what i wanted from you.
if two years
had bred contempt.
i only want to remind you
that i was here.
that once you loved me.
she said you still loved me...
but
when we were fifteen
you stripped the stockings
from my legs.
and even as your long hair
draped over my face
you made me run away.
i want the beat
of the heart as i felt your pressure
on my ribs
and i felt your presence
in my chest
and i consumed
was,
consumed.
i want your teeth on my shoulder again.
the idea
that we could never be friends.
i am lonely--
i need you to make me cry again.
these days,
i keep emotion
as a fallacy to be found
on my made-up face.
now,
i daily suffocate.

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[Ed Hart]

when we suffer, it isn't like we can decide to not suffer, and go out and play or something...the only thing we can do with our suffering is to honor it by watching where we put our hearts...some people eat chocolate, some drink, some go quick find another, some, a few, find the trick in it...

[cest la vie]

Oh what sadness in this piece.. I see the pain involved with loving them is preferrable to the loneliness. With pain you at least feel something..

This is a wonderfully written piece.. You have great skills m'dear..