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You say, "I'm sorry for dragging you into my life" and I want to laugh the loudest laugh possible for my lungs to emit, my chest heaving with the irony, the actuality that I was not dragged in forcefully I stepped in willingly to a door already closing - I hope she loves you as well as I never got the chance to I hope she speaks about how full her heart is and how easy it is to be with you I hope this half ton of weight that is finally off my chest makes its way on to yours I hope it's not too much to carry but then again I do - You say, "I'm sorry, don't hate me" but my dear, don't you know that it is myself that is always the target of disappointment? - I hope I'm washed out of your mouth by the time you kiss hers the sour, the whiskey, the passionate hatred, the coming back again, tonight the neighbors are having a party and all I can think about is us at 2 in the morning dancing to the noise of each other - You say, "I'm sorry, I've tried calling" but we both know the lack of dial tone in your voice and the absence of ring in mine says enough I waited for an answer but you hung up - I am certain that I will spend the rest of my time in this city searching for you in other people, I am convinced that I will need sleeping pills to forget the music in your voice, your singing in my ears has become nothing more than a repeated knocking - You say, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" I say nothing but in my head I say thank for untying this knot we got ourselves into - this is about a future that does not have you in it one where I will pick at my food while you pick at her shirt, pulling off clumps of cotton, laughing, while I try to fill this empty stomach with anything but sorrow and morosity this is a poem about a song that isn't for me she's a poet too, how fitting
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
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You say, "I'm sorry for dragging you into my life" and I want to laugh the loudest laugh possible for my lungs to emit, my chest heaving with the irony, the actuality that I was not dragged in forcefully I stepped in willingly to a door already closing - I hope she loves you as well as I never got the chance to I hope she speaks about how full her heart is and how easy it is to be with you I hope this half ton of weight that is finally off my chest makes its way on to yours I hope it's not too much to carry but then again I do - You say, "I'm sorry, don't hate me" but my dear, don't you know that it is myself that is always the target of disappointment? - I hope I'm washed out of your mouth by the time you kiss hers the sour, the whiskey, the passionate hatred, the coming back again, tonight the neighbors are having a party and all I can think about is us at 2 in the morning dancing to the noise of each other - You say, "I'm sorry, I've tried calling" but we both know the lack of dial tone in your voice and the absence of ring in mine says enough I waited for an answer but you hung up - I am certain that I will spend the rest of my time in this city searching for you in other people, I am convinced that I will need sleeping pills to forget the music in your voice, your singing in my ears has become nothing more than a repeated knocking - You say, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" I say nothing but in my head I say thank for untying this knot we got ourselves into - this is about a future that does not have you in it one where I will pick at my food while you pick at her shirt, pulling off clumps of cotton, laughing, while I try to fill this empty stomach with anything but sorrow and morosity this is a poem about a song that isn't for me she's a poet too, how fitting
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
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