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Apr 2014
You were the one the that said I've had it
and you were the one that said hey take this have it

It was never a need but a trust
left in replacement of something else
we thought we had then realized we lost

I can't keep running away

All that my friends need
All the roots of this family tree
my mama calls it a soul family
I want more than I can give for all of you
I'm swallowed into the caverns of my guts but still
I have the moves I know you know I make

And now you hurt because I'm hurting
no I'm crazy no, crazy the derogotory term used to define people we don't understand
im thinking now
no, i'm thinking you think it doesn't matter I'm leaving
here, i'll help you grow.
pain is the most powerfully transformative
Tool
I want a Separate Reality for you
a World of Pooh maybe, a Narnia, maybe, a Mirror of Souls, maybe, a Jitterbug Perfume in a way that only a Manic Pixie Dream Girl could sway

lemme tell you that i need you

But i never did
I just wanted you
because sometimes
sometimes the wanting alone is enough to feel whole
when filling short chapters in a desperation to find closure

we don't live to die
we die to exist and feel alive.
Angela Mary Pope
Written by
Angela Mary Pope  32/F/Oakland
(32/F/Oakland)   
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   Kyle Kulseth and Jim Musics
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