i've been here before

okay fine. i refuse to apologize for this.

join me

in the midst of my redundancy

-me-

and my tender tendency

to cry.

 

i'm tearing at the corners

of my mind.

  

i often forget that i'm a pawn

in your game. 

do you love me? perhaps.

but it's all the same.

 

you'll whisper to me of future years

while telling her to pierce her c**t.

you'll speak of our children, and

the tree in the yard...

 

i can't believe i fell for that s**t.

 

you've sapped me of my strength.

i'm empty, replete.

but you've done this before,

(so not that impressive a feat),

 

i feel like a fool

asking you to 'hit me once more'

for if he beats me he loves me

 

and then i'm more than just his w***e.

 

but all the rationalizations in the world

do not decrease this pressing need

to be free 

to be free.

 

i have nothing left to give you.

 

you've emptied me.

Reviews

[Wulfstan Crumble]

Id be wary of Boylan style reviews. i just got blocked for doing one such a review. lol...dont apologise for it because its a poem that needed to be written. and here's a big HUG if you'll accept one!!!!
The poem has raw passion and vitriol without boiling over or falling into cliche. Its really biting and full of venom. Do you feel better after writing it?

ps. i hope Boylan isnt insinuating im too dumb to understand it...i do know where coventry is.

[Brett Campaigne]

a great exercise in catharsis, but on it's own this poem starts off strong in the first stanza, then kinda falls into angsty convention.

[Captain Blackheart (The..]

Wow, a really powerful rant here. A great piece that show you wont be taken for granted anymore or messed around from someone who obiously does not care enouth about you. (or that how I interpreted it) A Great read!

[Trisha Clark]

i like this--not your usual.

i'm feeling angsty myself, so i get it. *hugs*, always.

this part--especially:

you will whisper to me
about future years
while you're telling her
to pierce her c**t.

you'll speak of our children, and
the tree in the yard...

i can't believe i fell for that s**t.

you turn my poetry
into puke upon the page.
and i'm wasting all this rage
on you.

but i can barely manage
to clench
my fist.

[Raef C. Boylan]

suggestion:

"but since you've done this before
(not so impressive a feat),"

Very brave of you to post this; don't be nervous about reviews for it - it's interesting and crafted enough for people to appreciate it both as poetry and in relation to their personal experiences.

[Raef C. Boylan]

Sometimes it's good for us to venture outside of our usual styles; this piece is still decent, whereas many other people get stuck in the habitual rut of predictability and stunted vocabulary and are able to write nothing except things like this.
The blunt honesty of this piece is shown through a few surprisingly graphic/intimate images, like the narrator has blurted them out by accident because of her rage. Her tiredness is demonstrated in part [I think?] by the lack of capitalization.

There's a great sense of rhythm here, e.g:

"you turn my poetry
into puke upon the page.
and i'm wasting all this rage
on you.

but i can barely manage
to clench
my fist.

you've sapped me of my strength.
i'm empty, replete.

but since you've done this before,
(not so impressive a feat).

i feel like a fool
asking you to 'hit me once more'
for if he beats me he loves me

and i'm more than just his w***e."

The rhyming helps carry this; it's subtle and not too frequent...skilful.

Overall, I liked this piece.
It's very human and direct.
Thanks for posting it.

p.s.
"(not so impressive a feat)." - should this full stop be a comma?