- Non-Erotic Poetry
- This is for anyone who...
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Dear ......,
This was supposed to be a very long time in the making, but currently I'm stuck here, listening to all those songs you hate, and some of the ones you love. There were pages and pages you wrote, and then a few for me. I'm tired, yet not willing to give up this one-sided fight. You didn't mean to but you spoon-fed me false hope once or twice, and now I need distraction after distraction after distraction to ward off the heartbreak that would otherwise hit me in my every waking hour. Did we really think we could do it our way? I really thought...you really thought...and so we paid a price that we imagined we were immune to.
And the night I spent holding it all in, telling you I was fine? Well, I really was. I was until you started pushing the issue. I wanted to be fine, and I knew that I could if you just didn't bring it up so much. If. It seems like everything I have to say now is filled with what-if's, like trying to direct a dream and have it go the way you want. But how many people can actually control and direct their dreams? No one I know of. I don't know what I want. I don't want to feel this way any longer, but at the same time, this is a feeling I wouldn't trade for anything in the world. Tell me why the hurt can intermingle with the sugar and make the bittersweet such a desireable thing. Then make it stop hurting.
Love,
Yours
- COMMENTS
matriarchover 19 years ago, like anonymous says....it doesn't have to be a poem to be poetry. Sure, it could be re-written in recognised poetry form, but this comes from the heart, which is where all poetry is born. An intimate sharing which could lose its genuineness in a different rhythm. May the pain which bore the words lessen in time, and allow you to blossom with softer, kinder thoughts.
Aunty Museover 19 years agoI suppose this could be reformed into something poetic, but right now it is merely a letter. Far better to send it to one than to post it for all.
