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well, i'm not seventeen

by Emily G Myers

there were so many things about us that I hated
so many things I wished I could escape
all of our little earthquakes...
they shattered the lilywhite view of you and me
I thought nothing could be as bad as that
but my mind never perceived an image of you without me
even as bad as things became...
nothing is worse than being without you
and I don't even know how to beg
to plead with you to come back
after all these years, I've forgotten how to humble myself
do I even want to do that?
how would my reflection look then?
most likely somewhat shorter
and that's nothing I want to be
I've never been one for kneeling
but I'd brave scarred knees if I knew you'd return
I thought I hated us then, when we were in pieces
but I hate us even more now...
I hate myself because I love you
I hate you because I love you
and I don't even know how to beg
or just how easily knees can scar
but I'd confront it all if I knew you'd return

12/11/2001

Author's Note: I can't begin to figure out who I wrote this for.

Posted on 10/26/2004
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