I wrote this last night when I had no one to talk to.. Just before my ex started emailing me again..
I hope you know:
That the world spins circles around her.
Catches her in a whirl wind of emotions.
Tangles her up in the lies,
And the hatred for the love she used to have,
With a lover who’d said he loved her.
I hope you know:
That she’ll never forget the moment,
When he ended it all,
Went back on his word,
Broke all of his promises.
The day he stole her heart.
I hope you know:
That she’s not alright, not whole,
Not molded together tight enough
To form any kind of a seal,
Against the tears she cries out,
Which she doesn’t know how to stop.
I hope you know:
That someday she’ll die, someday
She’ll seek the other side,
Someday she’ll slip away.
When fate finally ticks away,
She’ll turn into the shaddows of yesterday.
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I hope you know that your poem is emotive and beautiful from both the inside and out. I especially love the ending which is just left to hang. You have a way in words is mysterious which shows there’s much more behind what you let on. Poetry reflects a person and as this poem is beautiful so are you.
Take Care
From a fellow poet
Aw.. Thank you. That’s one of the best compliments I’ve ever gotten.. It means a lot. 🙂
Lovely. Really lovely. It’s visual and moving and more expressive than the sum of its parts. The words: “…she’s not alright, not whole, Not molded together tight enough…” particularly hit me. There are times that I feel like people don’t understand that my pain goes so deep that I’m really not alright, that I’m not put together the way they are, to withstand the hurts of the world. Sometimes it feels like it’s too much to bear. It helps to know that I am not alone. Thank you.
I feel like that with my parents all the time. Like.. I’ve just gotten so used to all this shit I always seem happy. When my mom asks me about my Prozac, if I think I really need it, I don’t even know how to answer anymore. It makes me angry.
WHAT AN AMAZING POEM!!! I can’t begin to describe how beautiful it was. I love the following stanza:
“That she’s not alright, not whole,
Not molded together tight enough
To form any kind of a seal,
Against the tears she cries out,
Which she doesn’t know how to stop.”
Those five lines make me feel more understand than anything anyone has ever said to me in the past few years. Again, amazing poem!
Epiphany,
I was super depressed right after my father died 12 years ago. I started taking Paxil and, honest to God, I NEVER EVER felt better in my life!! It was like someone flipped a switch. People who aren’t depressives don’t understand what it’s like to be depressed. Just like people who aren’t alcoholics don’t understand what it’s like to be alcoholic. They just don’t freakin’ get it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aw. That’s good. I’m really unsure about my medication right now.. It’s hard to argue for something if you’re not sure it’ll even work..