Description: old poem about an ex girlfriend of mine
drinking to carelessness -------------------------------------------
i drink to abandon the guilt
to deconstruct the evil things i have built
but no spirit can wash Her away
the ways i have soiled her
echo through the day
remorse is an understatement
for the things i have done to her
the things i have taken
the things i have given
the things i can not cure
if only she could realize
what she does swells in my eyes
not from pride, but from something once loved and now despised
for she is a desendent of my carelessness
she is my creation
she leaves me with hopelessness
in a dream of devestation
only to awake and fight the tears
brought forth by memories of better years
it is obvious she hurts inside
her feelings are long over due
it is obvious we are in common
because her feelings hurt me to
not just from empathy
not from seeing her cry
but because everything i have done to her
has left me alone to die
wow that was really good. you put a lot of emotion into this, it truely reflects how you felt about this person. i, myself have had a situation like that. sometimes you want to hate the person, but other times, makes you want to love, and embrace them. but i think its great, theres nothing that i would say bad about it, you did an exellent job, and thank you for commenting on my poem..
I really loved the emotion poured into this piece. One thing you could prolly do is read through it to find the spelling errors. There were quite a few. But other than that, this was a very amazing piece. I realte to it so much. We always kill the ones we love.
yesterday i layed in my bed for 2 hours staring at the wall thinking about an ex i was crazy over. if i could have put my thoughts into words it would have been very similar to this. your aim was flawless and the delivery was professional.
remorse is an understatement for the things i have done to her the things i have taken the things i have given the things i can not cure
I hate knowing that you do the things you do because you are hurt...and hurt by someone, and by someone that you would f u c k i n g die for...this poem to me reflected that...and I'm sorry man if this is true...I hate it when you give someone your heart and they take it...hold it, squeeze tightly, torturing you with pain but not completely killing you and then taking it all away and ripping it apart.
Submission Name: drinking to carelessness
