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Look into my eyes
What do you see when you
Say what you say
to me?
What do you feel when you
See what it does
To my heart?
How does it feel to know
that I have perfected never
allowing emotion to overwhelm me
Never feeling much beyond absolute nothingness
How does it feel to know
That you did this
To me?
How does it feel to know that
Not you but someone else can
Make me feel real again
Can make me feel
Again
Will your jealousy consume,
Will your hatred consume,
Will your disliking cosume you,
Or will you just drown yourself?
Empty a bottle.
Then another
and another
Until I can no longer feel
And you can no longer see
That we have nothing anymore.
We are nothing anymore.
You cannot be
Who you once were, my hero, my best friend,
My daddy.
No more..
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| My dad did not read it and would not understand it but I am okay with his lack of understanding. We like each other best when we are both misunderstood in each other's eyes. |
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| I like this 'wake-up call' poem. Jealousy can leave no room for apologies... sometimes. I hope since your dad read it and understood it, that you both have something back. :) |
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| Another deeply emotional one Alexzan. It's been long since i've posted comments on your writing. Writing is a way for us to escape the lonely emptiness and hurt in our hearts. You have proved u are a good writer again by plainly expressing your feelings. Only pray that your heart will heal. |
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It isn't really a tribute in a...positive sort of way but it is about my relationship with my father and the relationship that I have with someone who loves me and is my best friend (the part about someone else making me feel real.)
I appreciate the comments and the support, I will submit it to them right now...
Wish me luck. |
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| I felt the emotions but my question is: I'm confused if this was a lover's poem as a metaphor or a tribute to your father? Please pardon my ignorance. |
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