What I Truly WantA Poem by Victoria PapanMoney can not buy happness, nor can it buy forgiveness.
You ask me what I want,
But do you truly listen? I think not, For you still hurt me. You try bribing me, With new boots, and money. Don't you see! That's not what I want. I want you to end this. NOW! I don't want your money, Clothes and boots cant buy my love. Yes a new pair of boots will make me happy, But how long will that last? An hour? Maybe two? Until you do something to rip open the wounds. What I really want... •Stop drinking. It hurts me more than you. •Go see a shrink! If I have to see one, For something you are doing. (that has nothing to do with me!) You sure as hell better be seeing one too. To put me through the hell of talking, About something that pains me so, You would think you would do the same. But no, you go along your marry way, Forgetting that you need to let it out. You need to let it out more than I, What with you hurting the three of us. Using our emotions, For your twisted amusement. Is that not reason enough? To go talk to a shrink. You find joy in leading us on, Then dropping us like flies. •Stop trying to buy my affection, It will only make things worse. For you and I both. I do not want to end up like sandy and cocoa With their fucked up relationship. Or like you, Not letting anyone in, Even when you're hurting most. © 2011 Victoria PapanAuthor's Note
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