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Next Time
Next time I hold you,
I swear I'll try to make my world a better place
for you.
You might heal,
but I'm the electric chair for the soul,
and it's always been the case
that tenderness
was just never my colour.
You clean and dress my self-inflicted wounds,
let me bleed you dry - a transfusion of a kind -
let me lie in your trembling arms
and then
leave you again,
as empty and wasted as I should be.
Is it you I'm failing or myself?
I'm good at leaving you forever.
I should be - I've done it a thousand times.
So why are you crying?
You know it's only a matter of time
before I come crawling back again,
saying this time, things will change,
this time, I'm here to stay.
Next time I hold you,
I swear I'll try to make my world
a better place.
Next time,
I swear I'll try.
Something I wrote a few years back about a relationship I couldn't quite let die. Tidied it up some, fixed some of the more adolescent bits of it. Not sure if it's stood the test of time.
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wooh, ouch, your poems really nail it bare...been there, done that, felt that...you have some amazing lines.
i'm the electric chair for the soul
as usual, your poems electrify...damn good, Sarah!..Great! |
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Comment by: - 2006-05-18 12:46
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| Back and forth..back and forth..been there a couple times. Some relationships are just so hard to leave even when you know you have to. |
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Comment by: Poetica - 2006-05-03 22:01
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| If there's anything that's good about those "good ol' poems" is that they kind of serve as milestone markers. As we grow and experience life in different levels we naturally improve as writers (there's more to say and more ways to say it) and those old poems serve as a reminder of the innosence that we all once held and that is where the beauty lies and you've also (as if reminding me of my innosence wasn't enough) touched upon that weakness that we all suffer from when we try to be most strong with elegance...thanks for the wonderful journey :) |
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| I've been in that situation. And so much to the point that I still have flash backs, as it were. So with the subject so close to my life's own experiences, and with your talent used to write. This spoke to me. |
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Sarah, this is beautiful and honest and very well written.
"but I'm the electric chair for the soul" really stood out for me (although the whole poem is awesome). Sometimes I feel that the harshness of my past has made my attitude and heart toxic today, and I don't mean to be mean, but that's just the way I am.
Your poem really stood out to me about how these feelings sometimes swallow us up and we promise and promise, knowing that we really won't deliver, but we want to be delivered from our own evil because we can't always do it on our own. OK, I'll shut up now. :) |
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