Description: I wrote this in August of 2005 about a girl who used to be my best friend. We had a big blow up and hadn't been talking for some time when she called me and told me that I wasted two years of her life... I was hurt, angry, and broken hearted, so I wrote and this is what resulted.
We're civil with eachother now, but this is how I felt.
Two Years -------------------------------------------
For two years I wasted the life of someone I love.
For two whole years I lied.
For two y ears she was treated like sh*t.
For two years I was merely a cutter and a liar.
For two years I pulled her from her family.
For two years I pulled her from her friends.
For two years I pulled her from her faith.
I was nothing but a parasite; all about me.
For two years I reduced her life to nothing.
Over two years I made her depressed...
Now I have the audacidy
to ask her for a chance?
How dare I have the guts
to be angry with HER.
Now I cry because I'm hurt,
but I have no right to complain.
I have such a good life.
Why the h*ll should I be sad?
I'm bleeding,
but what right do I have to mourn?
Maybe I should leave this world,
but I deserve to suffer to the choking, bitter end.
I deserve nothing in this life.
No friends
No love
NOTHING
Wow... Well let's see. When I read this I think of my best friend of 25 years. Yep, 25 years. We've been friends since Kindergarten and let me tell you, we've had some DOOSIES (is that spelled right?). Then we grew a part for awhile, not per se by choice, more by circumstance. Communicated very little. And now, we've moved into the same town, I'm the godparents of her kids, she of mine. We still disagree on things and still have our slilly little fights, but yet our friendship prevails. I hope you find that, though this indicates how much you were hurt by your friend. Good friendships are hard to find, let alone keep alive. I wish you the best.
You put "For two whole years" a lot, maybe overdoing it. Although, it could be a good refrain. There was a lot of emotion (hate, anger), but you're not really showing anything (why exactly, in better words). I guess I could say that it was alright, to vent. As a poem, it wasn't truly showing anger, as far as imagery.
writing can be a great way to get feelings out. sad, hurtful, hateful, happy, joyfill, giddy...whatever you may be feeling at the moment...if you have the ability to write...write!
it can be used as a great self help and therapy tool. which im sure you dont need me to tell you that.
you have definitely done exactly that with this piece.
i do not think the use for "for two years" was over used...i think it was compeletly necessary for this piece of writing.
i like that you have sort of explained what exactly this girl was feeling towards you yet at the same time expressing the way you feel towards her.
you were obviously hurt over this happening and you can tell that also.
First of all, The Original Sock Rocker? That's freakin Heavy Metal baby! That is so awesome, I wish it were mine. I laughed my ass off at that. I'm a child of the eighties, and remember Stephen Pearcy from Ratt had this half a broomstick down his pants, and I read this interview with this chic that slept with him and said she had to pull her legs over the top of her head to feel him. Anyway, she said it was a sock sewn into a pocket on the inside of his pants. That's what I thought of when I saw your name.
About this poem, I do agree about the redundancy of the "for two years" thing. The regret is very well painted in here, as well as the depression that goes along with it. What I'm sayin is, "I'm feelin ya socky!" The great thing about poetry is that after ya write it, it never leaves you, and it will rehone itself in time, know what I mean? The poem of mine that you read last night started out real, REAL cheesy about ten years ago. (and i am NOT implying cheesiness in this write of yours) It went something like this:
something, blank blank neon dreamer dies night pulls pastels from the purple crayon skies all thats beatiful is washed black and grey Pastels repaint themselves on someone elses day
Cheesy?! But it reworked itself eventually into something that someone like yourself has left me a kind and encouraging note on. Thanks for that! Keep writin! Sock Rocker! Thats so Great! -Toby
Submission Name: Two Years
