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October 30, 2004
Contributed by
GKress
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Tuesday, 21st December 2004 @ 03:55:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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What is left? When it all comes down to it, what do I have?
My irreconcilable heart that just won’t stop beating,
beating into my brain that won’t stop thinking about you
and her and she doesn’t even give you the time of
day in and day out you try and you still haven’t realized
that you don’t have exactly what you need is me.
What do you have? What has come of what has happened?
And what will happen when in months from now I’m still
beside myself and the obscurity of this situation that
won’t leave like the mixture of smog and dirt and fried chicken
and squealing rubber as I drive down the parkway
that I sped down and you sped down
to hasten into each others arms embracing
warmth and comfort and passion
that cannot be matched perfectly like we were?
What do I do? How long do I sit here staring
at the ceiling and the walls that are filled with pictures of friends
and lovers and places and faces and you
hold a special spot on my wall that has been put up around me
all because of you and the support I don’t get that I need
that I crave the passion and the comfort and the
warmth of the parkway and its rubber and smog and chicken.
Who do I turn to? Who can replace your first love like Tupperware
that can be melted down but never destroyed or
decomposed like what we were and what we never can be
together and happy to an extent that nothing else mattered
not where we were in the middle of a field
hands on each others hips against one another
feeling the connection rip through us ripped off clothing
in your basement on the couch that so many girls
have been on and will be on top of me skin flush with skin
no inhibitions only seeing eye to eye contact
not broken like I am now.
Crushed like a cigarette butt disposed of carelessly
out the car window to your insides that only
I was permitted to look through
and through all I have to say all I feel like I’m lost
and my compass is guiding someone else tonight
when all I want is to feel you next to me
securing me, making me yours
the way it should be the way it could be the way it isn’t
because you fell for someone else’s conformed
“beauty” unseen to me as usual giving the support
a friend lends and never requests the return
that isn’t given because that’s what we are
and always will be: friends.
So for now I’ll sit and stare at the wall with
your picture and reminisce about
little league fields and hands caressing heartbeats
in sync with each other in mind and body that I long for
and all I long for is not to miss you.
Copyright ©
GKress
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2004-12-21 15:55:19]
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Re: October 30, 2004
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by Calista on
Saturday, 19th March 2005 @ 04:11:18 AM AEST
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this is an absolutely wonderful poem, its too bad more people havent read it! i love how youre lines flow into eachother...
and she doesn’t even give you the time of
day in and day out you try and you still haven’t realized
that you don’t have exactly what you need is me.
its beautiful, it has the voice of a lost love...you can see it in the narrative :) ~calista |
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