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You threw it all out. Every spoon and record. Every translucent ornament That was left of me and you. Three years have gone by and still, you cannot and will not face me. I couldn’t stay, I had to leave. Nobody would hear me Unless I slammed the door loudly. The booze, it was getting to you Making you fat and lazy Making you jealous and angry. I cried out for help But they all turned against me. Nobody would hear me Unless I slammed the door loudly. I still sometimes wonder if you stopped drinking Or if you traded in the booze for something stronger. I loved you so much, but you weren’t you anymore. So I slammed the door. I couldn’t love you any longer. |
this conveys an utter sadness, but also a feeling of freedom found by being able to move on and not love anymore. not bad.| Posted on 2007-04-15 00:00:00 | by HappyBuddaH | [ Reply to This ] | The abject sadness of losing a love to dreaded addiction screams quite loudly from this piece and the reader can immediately feel your loss and ultimate pain. You can feel the writer beating upon herslef because she feels that somehow this desent into addiction was somehow her fault...it never is! | | Posted on 2007-04-15 00:00:00 | by ErgoIgo | [ Reply to This ] | |