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A prose poem by


Submitted Oct 21, 2008, 8:28:48 PM


The rivers that used to run from my eyes

Have run until they've gone dry

I promised you I wouldn't cry

I promised you, but that's a lie

So I'll lay in my room until I rot

You've tried to make me something I'm not

My heart sits in pieces all over the floor

In the form of drawings and blood and much much more

Just rape me of my passion

 Then take whatever's left

Rest your head on my shoulder

And steal my heart for yourself

So you can chew it up and spit it back out

All I will ever be worth is nothing

Because to you I lost everything

You didn't want me because it was love or need

You stole me for yourself, for your greed

But now I'm on top

Now you're lost with no one to save you

And I'm never coming to your rescue

You will drown in this sea of tears you created

Because no one wants you, your love is overrated


Good Riddance


kt6550 Avatar


Commented Dec 24, 2009, 3:19:41 AM
I rather like this. A bit of self-inflicted guilt. hmmmm.
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Commented Dec 25, 2009, 5:22:19 AM
Nicely worded; well done.