need to get away.

[rewiiired]

need to get away.
10/22/05

Every word you write,
everything you indirectly imply,
slices through my heart like a brutal knife.

You talk of your imperfections
and shortcomings,
but all I see through you
are my own.

And I need to get away.
I need to run away from here.
I never meant to kill with sealed lips
or stretch out pain in my silence.

Why couldn't you have looked me
in the eyes this time?
Tell me what you want,
tell me why you've got to
turn away like this and
fucking kill me?

I try to understand, but its
like you're punishing me.
I'm a stranger to my heart
until you stick the knife in me
and keep on twisting.

And I need to get away.
I need to run away from here.
Because I can't take the rage,
or my guilt or my frigid fear.

Seems some days I'm
a stranger to everything,
but I wanted space and
you left me in my place:

drowning in my pathetic void now
letting my mind devour itself,
how familiar all this is.

And I need to get away,
I need to run away from here.

Thought I'd die for
something different eons ago,
but evidently dying just
wasn't enough.

Seems nothing's
ever enough.

 

[Mary Poppins]

loved it!

took me through a variety of emotions.


I liked this part the best because it reminded me of the confusion and contradictions that personal relationships are full of.

And I need to get away,
I need to run away from here.

Thought I'd die for
something different eons ago,
but evidently dying just
wasn't enough.

Seems nothing's
ever enough.

 

[katmeow]

One of your best... you really took me back to a time when my emotions would have fit neatly into the lines of your poem. And I so hated myself for it.

 

[iLoveYouWithaKnife]

need to get away.
10/22/05

Every word you write,
everything you indirectly imply,
slices through my heart like a brutal knife.



Tell me what you want,
tell me why you've got to
turn away like this and
fucking kill me?



I'm a stranger to my heart
until you stick the knife in me
and keep on twisting.


And I need to get away,
I need to run away from here.

Thought I'd die for
something different eons ago,
but evidently dying just
wasn't enough.

Seems nothing's
ever enough.

This left a lump in my throat and made my stomach feel like there were a ton of bricks laying upon it.

Just the way this was written and how I was able to break it down while reading it was just powerful.
The way you put words together is great.

fuck.

 

[cherub]

Definately a powerful piece,, of needing what you can't have and finding away for you to protect yourself,, powerful.