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dirty chapters of our lives.

by Olivia Weinkein

1.
you were supposed to be my boomerang.
(somebody got confused somewhere...
somehow...)
don't you know
i only let you free so that you could come back
to me.
(how ridiculous we grow when we believe we have
nothing left to lose...)

2.
and sex kills

3.
everything

4.
i hold my breath.
you hold someone elses hands.
i count smiles to pass the days away
(and the distance digs deeper between you
and me)
i was bound to a past that would not let me
sleep peacefully. you were bound to escape
from me. and i was constantly running;
out of time
out of excuses to give to you.
you were running just to feel away.

need scared you. and i always
neededsomuch.

5.
there was a time when crying meant
something. and laughter too.
and singing in the rain.
the color blue.
you.

6.
"someday, you'll look back at all of this and
think how silly it all was." oh yes, yes...
i'm sure i will see the sillyness in having my
heart stomped, my trust twisted into knotts,
my face slapped by truths i could never fathom
let alone, having them shoved inside of me by a
boy with eyes like rockets, a touch like steel, and
the incredible ability to spoonfeed me a love
that just wasn't
Real.

7.
yes,
so
very
silly
we
were
are
will
be.

8.
always.

9.
some things you forget, naturally.
i've forgotten how to forgive and forget
wounds i cannot bring myself to let
heal.

10.
and he

has forgotten me.

09/12/2003

Author's Note: most started out as their own little dittys but none could find an ending, kinda melted into eachother. it happens.

Posted on 09/13/2003
Copyright © 2024 Olivia Weinkein

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Leah Laiben on 09/18/03 at 03:36 AM

...shoving truths....eyes like rockets....wow, and they just melted together? I think not...everything seems planned; intended.

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