Don't bother
I'm ok.
Its a slippery slope you tread on
was your advice
or warning,
I cant decide.
Sit and drink a cup of tea with me
and I will tell you all there is to know
--if you so wish to know.
I grew up happy
sometimes, in pieces
I believe is the better term.
Between love and hurt
smiles, and endless tension.
I left and knew a freedom
I had not known before,
and reacquainted myself
with a mothers tender love.
I met with friends,
with petty enemies
but none so great
as you were (both) to me
and as I walk along that treaded path
I backtrack
to that time before,
when we shared love, and hate
and bitter memories.
Should I hate you now
or love you all the fiercer,
because....
it was you who taught me
to love intensely
and hate all the more incredibly.
You see--
I chuckle when I think
of this paradox we are in
like sugar I cant get enough
though its slowly killing me.
So you see (again)
I'm ok,
...sometimes
or perhaps...
in pieces is the right
word to say.
Apr 10, 2011
Apr 10, 2011 at 9:55 PM UTC
Don't bother
I'm ok.
Its a slippery slope you tread on
was your advice
or warning,
I cant decide.
Sit and drink a cup of tea with me
and I will tell you all there is to know
--if you so wish to know.
I grew up happy
sometimes, in pieces
I believe is the better term.
Between love and hurt
smiles, and endless tension.
I left and knew a freedom
I had not known before,
and reacquainted myself
with a mothers tender love.
I met with friends,
with petty enemies
but none so great
as you were (both) to me
and as I walk along that treaded path
I backtrack
to that time before,
when we shared love, and hate
and bitter memories.
Should I hate you now
or love you all the fiercer,
because....
it was you who taught me
to love intensely
and hate all the more incredibly.
You see--
I chuckle when I think
of this paradox we are in
like sugar I cant get enough
though its slowly killing me.
So you see (again)
I'm ok,
...sometimes
or perhaps...
in pieces is the right
word to say.
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