deepundergroundpoetry.com
Sting of it
I don't
I don't want
I don't
want to be with you anymore...
I practice it out loud.
Does it sting more to say it
or not say it at all?
There's hurt thread through everything —
I can't tell what is fresh or old pain anymore.
We can't heal each other.
I need space
to breathe.
Published 8th Jun 2014
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 5
reading list entries 0
comments 5
reads 71
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
Facing pain hurts. To speak painful things out loudly may hurt all the more since uttering them loudly has more than just a touch of realitiy. And reality stings ... I like that a lot, Tristique!
9th Jun 2014 8:58pm
Thank you, Miss Chi.
This is a plain poem, to match the starkness of painful realities. It seems to work that way.
This is a plain poem, to match the starkness of painful realities. It seems to work that way.
9th Jun 2014 9:01pm
13th Jun 2014 4:17am
14th Jun 2014 11:59pm
Some words wound, and hearing them is just as much of a blow as saying them. Murderous – well, that too. Thank you, John.