Saturday, August 29, 2009

Anger Spurts Out

Most of my stuff is angst. I've come to terms with this. You will hardly ever see a happy poem from me.

Yes I love you
But that definitely doesn't mean
That I like you
I'm feeling this sick tug
And it's hurting my neck
Why can't you let go?
I want some freedom
Please, darling
Drop me for just one second
I saw the other side
It is greener
Sorry to tell you
I really need you to let go
I am me
I am not you
As much as you want me
I need you to let go
Just a bit
Not too much
Just enough to breathe again.

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