Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Are you reading poetry?

The same desperate tone.
Almost as if it was an order, like I should obey.

it's still from last night, like a broken record in my head.

 I would feel bad for me too. It's like I am stuck between a pillow and a soft place.

AND

why now? The talk of moving? The talking of loving?
why it's been almost a full 24 hours?
the words are on a continual loop through my head, the affects have always been the same. It's as if I am an emotion-less blob and a over emotional hysteric at the same exact time.
how could you?
throw that all at me?
vulnerable vulnerable me.
a thought: maybe once I have moved, if I do move, I will finally be free of your torturous acts.

1 comment:

kc said...

I could hit him.