A
female
age
30-35,
MissesConfused
writes:I play in the backward with my brotheresThere I find a bush with many wild rosesNoticing how the scarlet splashed into the petalsI went to go prick one from its comfortable spotBut the thorns stabbed into my fleshRed blood oozed out from the woundsLeaving stains on my new sundressI was somehow dismayed by the hurtYouAs I walk down the streetsInto a dim-lighted alleyOf anti-prince charmings And low lifes with nowhere to beI see a silent man, smirkingPlaying with the switchblade in his handMy lips twitch, my lips pullI cannot help to smileYou.I never had faith in the pullIt was always an impossible fairytaleInevitably, God has proven me wrongFor I cry tears of desperation at nightI make the attempI want to put the blade on my tender skinBut I can't, something stops me.I cover my mouth, suddenly not feeling so well.You.Back where I startedLike an ironicy parodyI lay down, hugging my kneesWith my body soaking wet in the october rainfallA cold hand wraps around my wristCoaxing for forest irises to meet ocean ones"Please? Please, love me?" I beg.You then stutter, "A-Always. Hold me to it."You.I have stared at the sun far too longEverything else is like those little, black dotsHate me, despise me, don't careI don't mind it anymoreJust don't try to give me a remedyI am not in need of a cureWould you like to know something?I dare say that I'd follow you into the furious beyondYouIt's like the song of sirenI am tempted to answer the callFor my heart will burst if I don't"I believe," I murmur, but I can't mean itImpossibleAnd I drop to my knees, prayingPlease, don't leave me! Stay!You said, you promised me! You said alwaysYou. You. You.Why could I not say it?All that time, you were right in front meSmug as can be, but sweet anywayNow I know for certain that I forever willForget me notOh, I will never forget you!But that doesn't mean I wouldn't be willing to tryI love youSo muchIt is spring nowFlowers have bloomed in the sun's rayBirds sing the merry, little songThis time my eye catches white petalsThey sprouted from the shy lines of the groundLillies, more beautiful than the roseSoft and gentel; harmlessSomething redeemingNot you....I wrote this, like, a million years ago and I thought I should share what love is in my opinion. I find it to be rather confusing. Like it, dislike it. It's all the same to me.
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reader, anonymous, writes (11 September 2009): Beautiful. Really, really intriguing. Like your previous two articles, this had me absolutely gripped from start to finish.
This seems like a very personal piece of writing to you, so I won't comment on what I make of it, or how I interpret it. But in my opinion, it is fascinating, very poetic, and it certainly painted images and pictures in my mind. Thank you for sharing this. x
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