Poesie und Philosophie über den ganz normalen Wahnsinn unseres Lebens. Poetry and philosophy about the everyday madness in our lives.

fury @ the end of line

Freitag, April 29th, 2011

Let’s clarfy a couple things
so that you know how much this stings:
Technically we were broken up at the time
so being unfaithful is not the crime.
But what is hurting really deep
you give me the feeling of being cheap.
He’s a bragger and an ass
he lacks style, he has no class.
I can cope with any of the latter
that he’s the sum of all makes nothing better.
I do not understand what you see in him
actually I think he’s dim.
How could you use him as a substitute for me
if I’m a graduate then he’s in first degree.
Do you have no self-esteem?
is that part of your self-realization dream?
I wouldn’t mind had you fucked up
with any other than that walrus pup.
You make me feel like I am trash
like some sort of diaper rash.
Why would you do that to yourself – to me?
it’s just wrong – that’s a guarantee.
I’m telling you: Don’t worry any more
You need not choose between me and that bore.
I heard it in your own voice -
you already made that choice.
Don’t be scared of loosing me again
I ain’t trap myself back in your chain.
Save your tears because they’re wasted
I’m just giving back the medicine I tasted.

Poltergeist

Sonntag, November 23rd, 2008

Girl you just don’t know
what you are doing
or what you did to me.
Though maybe you just didn’t care.
Whichever – tell me what is worse.
Did you know
it took me ages to recover
from my last encounter with you?
It took me years or so it seems
to regain my self-esteem.
I can’t forget
and I can’t sleep
but as far as I can tell
I hold no grudge against you.
Far from that -
I’d still welcome you
here in my arms.
Though believe me one single thing
if you ever mess with my heart again.
I won’t rest until you’ve gone mad
I won’t sleep until you’re dead.
I will become what you are to me now
I’ll be your personal poltergeist.

repent

Montag, Februar 25th, 2008

I’m stronger than that, I don’t need you, and all I want is you to be happy. Focus. Talk to myself. Make myself believe it.
I wonder how naive you must be to believe that. Truth is: It hurts – deep down inside me.
What I hated most about that situation is that you made it look like it was my fault. Now I didn’t see it that way. After all it was you who suddenly showed me more affection then you used to show me. First it was just words but then you got physical. It wasn’t me who started that. I did want you as just a friend. However you gave me more than enough reason to believe there could have been more. My flesh was weak and breaking my resistance was piece of cake for you. You must have known that! After all I was desperate for love and closeness. You were so very lovely and you gave me what I yearned for so much – the feeling of acceptance and love by simply being who I was.
Finding out you used me to reassure yourself to find the courage and leave your boyfriend was the hardest part. And now you have the nerve to tell me that it’s not your fault that I fell for you.
You’ve got to be joking! (weiterlesen …)