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Amanda East 1976 (Ogden)
Those are words of anger,
And I am angry!
Angry that I must feel it.
Sad that I must feel empty of light.
Empty of compassion,
And empty of purpose,
But only for a moment,
Only for a little moment.
You chose me, remember?
It is your hope, not mine you wrestle with.
The fire and intense pain made me look away,
But only for a moment.
You wanted me to come to you.
So here I am.
Are we always going to try to teach each other something?
We are not different you and I.
Our time doesn’t have to be short.
Are you going to keep being a coward,
A weak nothing of a man?
Did you go to the party you paid for?
What do you want from me?
You have seen me,
And now feel me.
Where is your Hate?
What is Love?
Have you never met something real outside yourself?
I am going to keep surprising you, you know.
I know the answer,
But you won’t have it
Because winning is more important to you than being right.
And they are not the same thing Mister.
You lie to yourself as much as the rest of us do.
You are here in the quagmire too.
And You are afraid of getting everything you deeply wanted.
I am here.
You only have to ask me,
The answer comes in a gift.
She bled you dry and made you mad.
You let her, just as I let you.
You don’t understand the steps to my madness
Because you forgot how to feel outside your pain.
You are saving no one, dear,
And it’s not your rite to play the devil.
You won’t give me mine for a Goddamn second!
She’s lovely isn’t she?
And it makes you that much more angry doesn’t it?
To actually get what you want?
This one comes knowing, but pretending to not know.
Her Ego actually loves you.
A gift she asked to give.
About this poem
Me losing touch with reality. I wrote this in a delusional state of mind to a guy I met on a dating site. I thought he was someone he was not. Yes, I scared him away.
Written on June 18, 2017
Submitted by Oceanloveisland on November 16, 2022
Modified by Oceanloveisland on November 16, 2022
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