Undeserving of such contempt,
the urge to vent, overwhelming,
what have I said or done,
or was it an omission,
heartache adds to pain,
I wish I didn't care,
I wish I had a heart of stone,
so hard you could not carve your name,
even with a diamond pen,
I swear these tears,
of poison ink, will be the last,
I pray, I think,
how to make a lie,
into reality,
What is it, you want from me,
you have all I have to give,
why then torture me,
by leaving me,
in a state, of heightened anxiety,
I confess,
I do not profess, to understand,
only know this feeling,
in my chest,
is slowly,
destroying all I ever held dear.
"I wish I didn't care,
ReplyDeleteI wish I had a heart of stone,
so hard you could not carve your name,
even with a diamond pen"
Brilliant lines but I detest this. Trust me, it isn't cool at all to be like that. For me, its an incurable disease and there's no turning back.
That is the biggest compliment I have ever been paid!
ReplyDeleteYes I hate it too, that is why I love that I wrote it. It left me and entered the poem!
Abi
Give yourself chance, you might surprise yourself..