i tried so hard
so hard i tried
what was it with you?
did i do something?
did i steal your thunder
break your heart
kick your knees out from under you
douse your fire
ash in your drink
kiss your best friend
lie to your face
piss on your lawn?
Whatever did I do to you
short of be nice
and nicer
nicer
and
nicer
and
nicer
and
nicer
until I had softened completely
and I understood that
this punch to the face
was you punching you
and I could be even nicer
by standing in your shoes
and taking the blow.
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
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