Vomit That is all I want to do Just f#cking vomit This damn disillusionment Ridiculousness of the fantasy of LOVE I HATE LOVE Like it really exists Yeah sure I’ll believe that when I buy that famous bridge in Brooklyn And yet I loved that illusion of love Believing I was loved Humph, just a fantasy Licking me Or maybe it got too real Who knows No, No, No That is just more fantasy Peaking its ugly head Through desire Or need My need Always needing you To love me Damnit I loved loving YOU It was so cool I did it fearlessly Always expressing MY LOVE Yes mine My love For you Unashamedly Despite my state of matrimony Too bad it was all a dream Sickened by moments Where dream Meets someone else’s reality Hey everything has an end Especially when love Withers into hate Well maybe not hate Maybe anger Or frustration Or confusion Or manipulation Or...hell Lets face it A triangulation of love Erupting into Unbound competition Me, him and her Maybe even more hers All conspiring to strangle me And my faith in love Now dead With me living a life Filled with dread
I want to thank Josephine Wooten for teaching me how to write like I think.
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Reviewed by serenety L (Reader)
Reviewed on September 17, 2003
Desperate and sad words that make me sad as well.
Nico
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on September 4, 2003
Well expressed!
Have a great night.......
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on September 4, 2003
WOW!!!!
Now this is definitely one rocking expressively volatile piece of emotional poetry...and oh boy can I ever relate!!!!
~Nikki~
Well, she taught you well as the stream of consciousness is flowing like an unobstructed mighty river. Like the triangulation of love analogy, very original and so to the point. J.
That is always the way it seems...frustration manifested in the atmosphere of elusive love. It is like a combination lock to its mysteries and being close enough will never unlock it. The very thing that repels us through pain is the same one that will draw us back again into its possibilities.
Amor
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Reviewed on September 2, 2003
OUCH Sara!!
Yup it's so true...three's a crowd...I don't think love with three sides can ever work....Intense write Sara.....don't you feel a bit better now???
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Nico
Have a great night.......
Now this is definitely one rocking expressively volatile piece of emotional poetry...and oh boy can I ever relate!!!!
~Nikki~
The only medisine that really works!!
I can feel your pain...hope you know that!!
Love Tinka
Amor
Yup it's so true...three's a crowd...I don't think love with three sides can ever work....Intense write Sara.....don't you feel a bit better now???
Thanks, Dani