The Un-Fight

May 15, 2010
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Concern is all I mean to show
But you lash out thinking it something else
I try to regroup, try to recover,
But you throw me away like an old toy
You have shiny new ones to play with
You don't need me anymore

B****, s***, w****,
These are not the things that I think you are
But you twist my thoughts
You put words in my mouth
Until no one can trust me
I can't trust myself

I hide you and your words
And the pain that your nonchalance brings
I stay alone in the dark, hurting myself
To keep from hurting you
I think this is what a good friend would do
But you do not care a bit

You continue to play with your shiny new toys
But I am not that worried
For when you grow tired of them
I know you will come back to me
As you always have before
And expect me to pick up the pieces again

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lostnhim said...
Jun. 8, 2010 at 8:45 pm
This poem is awesome. I could really feel your pain while I was reading it... Good job, and keep writting! ( Would you mind checking out some of my poetry? I would love to know what you think about it!) (:
avmbookworm replied...
Jun. 8, 2010 at 9:20 pm
Thank you so much! I'd love to read your work, and I hope that you'll look at some of my other pieces too.
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