I wish I was still angry with you
That I'd still want to throw my words
and my rocks
I'd want to make you perish
The way I disappeared
long ago
I wish I could do something
But I'm mesmerized, again
You cast that rope out and pull me in
I wish you never whispered to me
That all the screaming had died out
I wish I could wish for other things
Maybe that I'd never ran into you
Maybe that some of the pain gone away
But then I wouldn't have had this beautiful scar
Where you rubbed your salt in
And made me disappear
long ago
this one here is soooo damn straight-in-my-face !! its soo direct and simply said. Great way to vent out, and especially when you do :P. Really nice piece!! *thumbs up*
ReplyDeleteThis one's my absolute fav of these three you posted (this one, Emergency Flare and My Vulture).
ReplyDeleteI see myself in some parts of this, and even tho I assume the scar is a metaphor, or a scar in one's soul (?), it reminded me of an actual scar that I have that was caused by someone. And I'm glad it exists. :)
"I wish you never whispered to me
That all the screaming had died out"
Beautiful yet raw, I like it very much ^^
Thank you, both of you. Roosa, it is both symbolic and real. I have actual scars as well. In all of course the idea of mental scars always stood out to me. ^^
ReplyDeleteAgain thank you :)
Nice one. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd it sounds really interesting being read out loud with a very fake Scottish accent. :D
this is great bex! so straightforawd but beautiful :D
ReplyDeleteHaha Kub!? You do that a lot with poetry? xD
ReplyDeleteThanks I guess! :D :D
Aww thanks hon :)
Well, it happens to me a lot, not only with poetry. Most of the time it's either Scottish or Russian. :D
ReplyDeleteHaha! That's a very odd yet funny detail about you. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat can I say? I'm an odd yet funny person. ;)
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