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primowalker — Dispair to Hope
Published: 2007-12-31 01:08:37 +0000 UTC; Views: 287; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 11
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I sit, gasping and chokingOn the shards of your love.
The warm trickle of blood
Coats my throat as they
Tear and shred rip.
I spit out the offending pieces
Of what is left of us,
But the bitter taste of your
Indifference and selfishness remain.
I want to run to a quiet place,
With children and a dog and a fireplace.
Where the white picket fence out front
Wraps me in a cocoon of simplistic joy.
I want to be held, not because of what I
Give, but because of who I am.
I want to feel the soft embrace, smell the sweetness,
Feel the warmth of soft breasts and the taste of
Sweat on nipples.
I want to be loved as me, as I am.
Loved for what I am, not what I bring.
Embraced, touched, kissed, pleased, held.
Just for being me.
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Comments: 4
Very touching, Jay.
Thanks for a little piece of your soul.
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Thank you for reading it.
Mary says I should talk to you about music and my guitar playing. I'm not much good yet, but I have fun.
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"I want to be loved as me, as I am.
Loved for what I am, not what I bring.
Embraced, touched, kissed, pleased, held.
Just for being me."
Yes, yes and YES again!!
This poem brought tears to my eyes...it hits very close to home for me.
I just want to scream "People who claim to love me - LOOK AT ME! See ME! Stop trying to make me who you want me to be and let me be who I am. Love me for that, not the idea of me in your head."
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There is noting more meaningful than when a reader feels exactly what I felt when writing the poem. I can't begin to tell you what it means to me that my words spoke to you so strongly.
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