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[androidheart]

It stings and bites
worse yet, week to week
where my Ghostly fingertips
long again for your sallow cheek

I couldn't if I dared
and I wouldn't, as I've tried
to look beyond something like "You and I"
where I could sing,
with a Broken guitar string
and a heart to match
a girl that Lied
and never looked back

I want to quit,
and yet I can't
I want to sit,
and yet I shan't
bereft of former heart and soul
take what Remains and make me Whole
held against your chest
there is nothing else Left

Comments

[floret]

Oh

#relatable

(lol)

[androidheart]

: /

[floret]

Sorry
I guess that was glib.
I was more trying to make light of myself than of her, or the poem.

The part about lying is capitalized...
Does that mean it's an important part of the way she feels?

[androidheart]

Yes. The lying is a very important contribution to the way that she is feeling.

The capitalizations are the emotional cores of the piece. The feelings that everything else exists around.

[floret]

I think there are times when telling a lie like that is part of the way we're trying to make it into the truth.

Does she wish she hadn't lied?
I mean, would it have changed things?

[androidheart]

I think that it is kind of like delaying the inevitable.

[floret]

Maybe, but
If we delay anything for long enough, maybe it'll stop being inevitable?
Or
We'll be able to figure out better ways to deal with it when it gets there.