swearing them off by Angela Thomas you explained it all to me. you told me about how the reason you didn't call me was because you thought that i was being too much. too much what? i never asked. and i'm not going to because i'm swearing them off. my phone will not dial anyone's number, it will not be reaching out. let me collapse inward, because at least i know that in there, there is no dissapointment, there is no pain, there is no standing in a drizzly concert seeing him turn his back away like he's pretending i'm not real, and the only thing that i can do is straighten up and put on the fakest smile i can muster while closing my eyes so that at least, if he looks towards me, he'll think i'm happy. he couldn't know me well enough to know it was all a show, all a front to play games and be "too much." i burnt myself yesterday on a hot piece of metal, now i know not to touch things that will only leave me scarred. 07/01/2004 Author's Note: i used to have these lines as the ending but i thought them wordy, what do you think? "why would my heart do anything differently. i'm through with sticking my hands in a fire. i'm ready to be cold again. " Posted on 07/02/2004 Copyright © 2026 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/04/07 at 03:21 AM This found it's way to the home page as a Member's Favorite...so glad it did! I really like the ending too...a new take on once bitten, twice shy. Hope you did eventually decide to reach out again, though. Not every guy is a jerk. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)