Wow, it's a post!

[unamaga]

Man, this thing has turned into a frickin' poetry journal or something, which is stupid since I have a community dedicated to writing--but, oh well.

I.
Make me cry, make me hurt;
I'll never beg for you to stop.
Through your unthinking cruelty,
I'll stay silent and smiling.

II.
This mask I wear:
It covers my pain nicely,
But slowly it is engulfing me.
Can you tell? Do you care?

III.
"Yours," you called me.
If I'm yours,
Shouldn't you be mine?
You're not,
And that hurts more. 

IV.
Did you ever really want me,
Or just the idea of me?
You never knew me,
Never listened when I spoke,
Never tried to understand.
Well, just so you know:
I don't hate you.
I just hate the idea of you. 

V.
I didn't love you;
You didn't love me.
I suppose that works
Out nicely, doesn't it?

VI.
Ignore me; I'm not here. 

VII.
I need an anchor.
Hold my hand, tell me I'm okay,
Keep me held fast
Against the coming storm--
It's going to be big.

Comments

[pruehalliwells.livejournal.com]

It's beautiful as always

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Thank you.