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oh how I want to curl up in a bowl and cry
And not care who hears
My primal howlings through the wall
With relived hysterics.
Sometimes I wonder if this knife
Into my heart, unworthy
By your own indifferent hand,
And if, if for a moment,
were, or am
| i like the idea of Black Market Tears...are they really mine to cry...do i own them...|
emotion that is indifferent is worse than if it is really good or really bad...
having the other person seem to not care one way or the other...whose fault is that..surely not the speaker in the poem...
i would want the speaker to howl..let it out once and for all and move on...the other person is not worth it...especially since he or she is promoting a feeling that is a lack of self-worth on the part of the speaker...
shout it out...move on...
no one is worth this turmoil...especially when he or she seems not to care one way or the other.
i like the way this piece evolves...it is different
|| Posted on 2012-05-09 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] |