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My perspectives are,

in your eyes,

garbage

You must've crawled

into love

with utter digust

There's nothing

sweeter

but the tears

of your lover

falling for you

Does that give

you the fuel in life?

Comfortness pulls me back

to the all familiar things,

but more decent reasons

pull me forward

Feeling my heart undone

I'm the puppet that

you throw on the ground and

you, with a smile,

stomp on my wooden heart

Yet you keep trying to mend me

and attempt to pull the strings

again and again

I keep trying to miss the

cracks on the ground

but they seem to be following me

There's no other life

I'd rather want than my own

If you can't save me,

then my life wasn't

yours to love

These memories have become dust

and now they are dirt from

underneath my shoe

Can Love be so hurtful?

Be so denied...

I'd start without you

a million miles away from here

to redeem all that

you have taken from me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To Lorenzo, the asshole that thinks all life is but a box of chocolates.  To me, it's a box of cigarettes darling.  Believe me, I'll be standing in the smoke at the end.

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last updated 10 October 2010 - 8:30pm
©19 November 2005 - 7:10pm — 41tulips
20 November 2005 - 1:04pm — mellykins
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Gorgeous poem.
I especially like the last bit (Stanza?)
"Can Love be so hurtful?
Be so denied...
I'd start without you
a million miles away from here
to redeem all that
you have taken from me."

And your comment "all life is but a box of chocolates. To me, it's a box of cigarettes darling. Believe me, I'll be standing in the smoke at the end."