Description: you know how sometimes when someone stops caring for you, you just stop caring at all? you go to a million different new people you don't really know hoping to find that feeling again. yeah thats what this is about.
i used to care -------------------------------------------
there used to be days i cared
but today i woke up in pain
on a stranger's bedroom floor
affectionate pretenses fallen
tonight when i'm with a new boy
i won't even ask him his name
when i dance close against his body
i will look over his shoulder
or close my eyes and dream
when you cared for me i cared
but of course that ended badly
i'll kiss a million new boys
in attempt to rid myself
of your sweet familiar taste
i guess i mean i miss you
That period of fighting the feeling of caring is a pain in the azz indeed. Of course for me it's reversed cuz I am actually on that road still trying to recover form a breakup. And gotdamm it's been like 7 or 8 months I dunno. It always is a pain in the azz. People are a pain in the azz. I'm sure there are many that agree with me on this. Anyway sorry about the useless comment. I just wanted to let you hear my ranting interpretation of your work and say that I enjoyed it.
We've all been where this character is, moving on inspite of ourselves, sometimes it takes a new person to see the light and move on from a former love. I enjoyed it
ive felt like this before and it is painful but in the end you end up hurting yourself more by trying to forget him with another guys touch and in a way you feel like you have betrayed your love for him i can read this and think of the times i woke up in a strangers arms and how it felt like something was missing but anyways keep up the good work kristen
This is a beautiful poem, I can really relate to it and it's nice to know someone else feels the same. I love the concept and the way you have put your ideas and feelings across. Great.
I too think that this is a good write, though I'm always against people implying sex for some reason but that's just me. I loved the idea of trying to get rid of someone (sounds wierd with consideration to the write) but you can't because that's exactly how I am. Nice work.
This is a good poem. You captured the emotions of eveyrone that feels this perfectly. Everyone has had to of gone through this at a point in their life. It sucks.
Submission Name: i used to care
