Broken
I'm starting to sound broken
like a record
not the kind you play
at the club while making people
while making other
people happy I
mean that same shit
I keep coming at you
with over
and over
and over again
where I keep stabbing
my own heart
as you hold my hand
through it all
loving me
but leaving
your silence cuts
deep your absence
is breaking me
into pieces
I'm starting to sound broken
like a record
not the kind you play
at the club while making people
while making other
people happy I
mean that same shit
I keep coming at you
with over
and over
and over again
where I keep stabbing
my own heart
as you hold my hand
through it all
loving me
but leaving
your silence cuts
deep your absence
is breaking me
into pieces
posted by pomegranate queen at 7/07/2006
11 Comments:
Silence is powerful...
Absence is numbing...
This was dark and raw for me.
Thank you for sharing.
gorgeous work. this one is somehow a touch different from other stuff of yours that i've read, i can't figure out how. i got goosebumps.
I just can't get over your talent.
yeah, what rabfish said.
ditto with what rabfish and vegankid said...
Thank you for sharing your great work with us.
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oh,
this cut right thru the fresh, ajar wounds in my heart, over and over. your words make me feel your pain, and relive mine. but they're soul-touching. i feel you. thanks, PQ.
"as you hold my hand through it all,
loving me
but leaving me;"
i've nothing to add... you said it all.
except maybe:
"saying that you love me
yet anxious to leave me.
i don't understand, you're too strange for me...
i wish i'd never met you"
I just want to hug you for writing this.
so beautiful
thank you for the supportive comments - i'm just glad you feel the words
can i just say once again--this poem is incredibly beautiful. you are amazing
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