Angry at myself,
angry at you,
angry that despite the odds,
I still love you.
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This is meant to be my euphoria, a dwelling of sweet madness, where I can just be myself- a feather behind the veil.
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- I have my head above the clouds but my feet firmly planted on the ground. I'd like to one day, seat on the moon and write across the sky.
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Ah! Someone else! I'm not alone! :-D
ReplyDeleteGood. Someone else knows the pain ...
27th:for the record, this poem is not about my significant other. i have yet to meet him. this is a friend, believe it or not who makes me so mad sometimes, i'd like to kill her. the snag is i'd only want to kill myself right after.
ReplyDeleteTry to not let the sun go down while still angry (somewhere in Isaiah)
ReplyDeleteu're right but i can't stay mad with this person for long. love them too much i guess.
ReplyDeleteAnyone who has fallen in love must have had a taste of that. It feels silly, then justified to be angry, then silly again ha.
ReplyDeleteThats love for you. It makes us ambivalent. Inspiring post. Thanks and hope to see you around.
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