Tasslehoff Posted August 23, 2003 Report Share Posted August 23, 2003 You dont see what you do to me, Hiding in the dark corners of the room, You dont see that when I am around you I cant be me, You keep me locked up, Hidden away, Full of pain and hate, I gave everything I could, But I dont get anything back from you, I don't need this kind of shit, Why do I care? I just want to hide away, Be Myself, Not ever talking to you again, I just wish I could dilute the memories of you out my head, I just want close my eyes and believe non of it is true, There is no need for you to speak another word, There is nothing more for me to listen to, I have listened to you damn lies, I have put up with your bullshit and falsified purity, I wasted everything one you, Wasted it on stupid imaturity, I kind of decided to post this after reading Arwens post " Beat Me ". It reminded me of how sometimes you try to leave and forget but you just cant. Love. It can leave such a bad taste in your mouth, and bad feelings in your heart. Well I will be off. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ayshela Posted August 23, 2003 Report Share Posted August 23, 2003 i love this thank you for posting this. You've just put words to the condensed version of eight years of growing away from and emotionally separating from someone i cannot NOT speak to until the kids are all grown, if even then. all the wants and wishes still exist. You got it in one. Well done. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Parmenion Posted August 24, 2003 Report Share Posted August 24, 2003 The poem I enjoyed. This line in particular struck me: " I wasted everything one you, Wasted it on stupid imaturity," Time spent learning in my humble opinion is not wasted, but I know thats not exactly a possible logical thought given the concept of the poem Mine is just a rambling observation so do forgive Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tattered Posted August 28, 2003 Report Share Posted August 28, 2003 Oh Tasselhoff, If I could only tell you how many times I have be unlucky enough to learn this... Over and over. When will it actually stick though, is the question. Most often in the end, the anguish we feel is not the loss of the one we thought we loved, but in the shame and disgust we feel of ourselves. You know for allowing it. For not seeing it. For not stopping it. *sighs* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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