Faulty Me

Faulty Me

A Poem by Emily

The wake fullness that I dread is sewing it's way through my tangled
soul. Spreading like the virus that has been deemed complicating lust.
The complicating words that spill out of your mouth that may concern so
many have me in love with my beautiful wonderful self. Understanding
that what I entrust to myself is worth the frustrations I live with
today. That day that you pierced me with your unforgiving tone I had a
realization that I have gone many more days later into the reality of
this existence than you. You complicate yourself with pointless
rhythmic conversation like you need it to be alive. Maybe that is your
fire...But you have failed to come clean all the way. No matter how
many times you wipe away your day it is always going to be there at the
back of your mind.

© 2010 Emily


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You complicate yourself with pointless
rhythmic conversation like you need it to be alive. Maybe that is your
fire...But you have failed to come clean all the way.

WOW! I so know these feelings toward someone
This is brillant.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on May 6, 2010
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Emily
Emily

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The drums beat behind me. I am alone like most people - even though I live with many. You will never understand how easy it is to disengage myself from meaningless people. more..

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