Thursday, May 28, 2009

Sharp Love - Poem

cutting like a knife, something hurts here
it's your voice....the noise
I exercise the strength not to respond
no response is required

though your feelings are optimal
you don't hurt like me
you are not me
you don't feel

the joy of everyday things escape you
bound by endless thoughts
I leave you to send this message
I don't love you anymore.



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