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Playing with Ghosts
I wake up screaming in an empty bed
And just seconds ago
Your dick was pushing
Pushing inside of me
And I was pushing you away
Ever so helplessly
And I try
And try
And try
To push you out of my head.
Let's pretend
You never touched me
Never slapped me
Never fucked me
Let's pretend
I don't know you
And I didn't let you
Didn't let you in
Let's ignore you
Let's deny you
The privillege
Of thinking
That you hurt me
When you held me down
That you broke me
When you made me cry
That you tore me apart
With every last bite
Every last bruise
Every last dismissive word
Let's pretend
That I'm stronger than this
Stronger than you
Better than what you made me out to be
Denial is futile
I wake up screaming in an empty bed
Since I left you
I can't seem to stop
Playing with ghosts
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| First off, I dig the title. It suggests something that was once fun but now haunts you. This piece shows how someone can leave you, but remain with you, in your heart, in your head, and never go away. Emotional bruises are much deeper. Strong poem! |
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| Wow! I really don't know what to say about this ... shocking? powerful? disturbing? Works really well, flows really well and very emotional stuff. To be emotionally moved by something takes a lot for me ... but it did, so very well done! |
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| I'm smiling now, thank you. :) |
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Comment by: - 2007-04-07 16:00
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| To put something this personal, if it is indeed so, out for everyone to see is what the greats have done. The true legends beared their innermost insecurities and demons for the world to see, and did it with vigor. Two thumbs up for me. Nice work. |
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Comment by: - 2007-03-09 07:28
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| God. That woke me up! So angry, harrowing and disturbing. Beautifully written and very affecting. |
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