Foe of mine
I tried so hard to want to be mean to you. The need to slap your face. The need to tell all your girls about you, died. That shows I still care.
I can't let that happen. I can't let you be my weakness anymore. I can't let myself throw away who I am now. It makes no sense.
That is all you wanted. The exposure and the attention. Well she gave me all the details that made my heart hurt, made me choke down life wrecking sobs. And yet even as I cry now, its not about you anymore. Its about how silly I was for hoping I would be the one.
Yes even after all she told me. I soon realized that no one is capable of love, like you. I saw the depth of your need. I saw how crud your situation was. I just didn't like how I let myself get involved.
I didn't like myself when I went from being real to toy. I didn't even like myself when I convinced myself I was not lovable. I didn't like how I let myself be ruined by your words.
Oh not hate. I don't hate you. That means I actually have to care about you. You are only a stranger to me now. A tall stranger I dreamed so much of. And yet I had a gut feeling I would never mean anything to you.
Sad thing is I overruled that feeling. That reading.
Well there you sit reading these poems. Trying to figure out how you can reason with yourself. I know you. Enough to know you talk a charming talk. You do. I admit it is smooth like a grand scotch. Yet it is bitterness.
Sadly even more is the lies you have to maintain to be semi a man. Test yourself without all those lies. Test to see if you would ever, could you ever be real? No. Too far down in the muddy grave you are. Lost everything you wanted.
She broke free. Couldn't hold by your promises, repeatedly. Yes you lost everything. Tell me foe how does that feel?? How does the depth dig into you?
Seriously you don't glimpse too far. In fact your motives are on the next dame. Ah a sick cycle.
I watched many a man fall this way. No joy in the destination nor the ragged journey. I take no measure of happiness from your downfall and pain. I just hope you understand one day just how much your tornado destroyed. F5 you are.
I tremble to think that I once hoped to be blown over by you, trodden upon to find myself torn. And still I am grateful that you set me free. You skipped over me and made me air.
I lived. I am in silence because you are still leaping. Still grasping.
When you die inside, let me know. I can tell you how to grow once more. So good bye foe.
I can't let that happen. I can't let you be my weakness anymore. I can't let myself throw away who I am now. It makes no sense.
That is all you wanted. The exposure and the attention. Well she gave me all the details that made my heart hurt, made me choke down life wrecking sobs. And yet even as I cry now, its not about you anymore. Its about how silly I was for hoping I would be the one.
Yes even after all she told me. I soon realized that no one is capable of love, like you. I saw the depth of your need. I saw how crud your situation was. I just didn't like how I let myself get involved.
I didn't like myself when I went from being real to toy. I didn't even like myself when I convinced myself I was not lovable. I didn't like how I let myself be ruined by your words.
Oh not hate. I don't hate you. That means I actually have to care about you. You are only a stranger to me now. A tall stranger I dreamed so much of. And yet I had a gut feeling I would never mean anything to you.
Sad thing is I overruled that feeling. That reading.
Well there you sit reading these poems. Trying to figure out how you can reason with yourself. I know you. Enough to know you talk a charming talk. You do. I admit it is smooth like a grand scotch. Yet it is bitterness.
Sadly even more is the lies you have to maintain to be semi a man. Test yourself without all those lies. Test to see if you would ever, could you ever be real? No. Too far down in the muddy grave you are. Lost everything you wanted.
She broke free. Couldn't hold by your promises, repeatedly. Yes you lost everything. Tell me foe how does that feel?? How does the depth dig into you?
Seriously you don't glimpse too far. In fact your motives are on the next dame. Ah a sick cycle.
I watched many a man fall this way. No joy in the destination nor the ragged journey. I take no measure of happiness from your downfall and pain. I just hope you understand one day just how much your tornado destroyed. F5 you are.
I tremble to think that I once hoped to be blown over by you, trodden upon to find myself torn. And still I am grateful that you set me free. You skipped over me and made me air.
I lived. I am in silence because you are still leaping. Still grasping.
When you die inside, let me know. I can tell you how to grow once more. So good bye foe.
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