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December 20, 2004
Contributed by
GKress
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Monday, 20th December 2004 @ 06:43:46 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Remember when you said youd always be there for me?
Yeah, me too, but the space on every side is vacant.
Maybe its true, maybe Im blind and I simply cant see
what youre talking about when you tell me to be patient.
We both know its never been my forte.
Patience, I mean.
Why is it that you use all these phrases that you know
drive me up the [explicit] wall in every single way?
You tell me well go back to how it used to be, well just take it slow.
The way it used to be; friends.
But we were never friends as you say.
I remember all of the things left unsaid, the broken, trampled heart.
I remember the dull ache in the back of every memory of before,
and I feel the sharp pain of the after as I reminisce of times of during, especially at the start.
So we both are moving our separate ways, wandering down different paths
that just dont intersect; The farther along we get, the wider the median grows,
but you just dont see that, do you?
Just like youve never gotten it, truthfully.
And so our paths differ, bringing things unforeseen along the way.
Mine, made of stones, yours of cement;
Everything has always come so easily for you, so much smoother.
Drifting apart, I find myself spending less of what I finally had
twice, if you really count that second time.
The last hurrah, the one-more-try, the solidification that its over.
After all this time, I break out in a cold sweat to think that perhaps
my long-said mantra, someday I will not need you has finally prevailed,
gracing my lips with an epiphany in the depths of every limb and fiber of my being.
I do not need you.
Gasping for air on a cold tile floor at two in the morning on a Monday,
a trail of salt residue left under each eye,
green with red emanating from all aspects of flesh,
reminding me of the Christmas tree downstairs.
This is when I realized that I do not need you as I thought I did:
when I broke down for the first time since that last flawed, fatal attempt
at an enduring love that collapsed.
I guess it wasnt so enduring, was it?
And was it really love?
Perhaps only lust brought you back to me. Who knows but you?
And so it is, the true end of all hope for us.
Now all that remains is you and me, separate entities with no us in the future.
Copyright ©
GKress
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2004-12-20 18:43:46]
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Re: December 20, 2004
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by Avernus on
Monday, 28th March 2005 @ 11:58:33 PM AEST
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| I don't know that I have ever read anyhting on this site with that much raw emotion in it. Wonderfully written. Words cannot tell you want I got from this piece |
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