Reject

You don't realize
How hard I try
Not to break down and cry

Cos it's harder to exist in a carefree balloon
Floating, flying.

There's more space for me
None for you
I'll close up
I don't need you
I used to be able to read you
Not now
Not ever
I try

I'd rather not tell you what this is about
Rather not contort that mind around what I'm about
Waste into the blues
Carrying me away from you
I'll tell myself things you told me.
I'll repeat the loud incisions into my mind, cold pistols, strong needles.
I'd rather not take the medicines to cure.
Is there a pain sharper than rejection?





Poetry by Puddled
Read 579 times
Written on 2008-02-17 at 20:41

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