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by Jolie JordanI came without you tonight.
I came laying on my back,
two fingers inside of me.
You tell me it's strange not talking to me.
you tell me this and wash down
anything else you might want to say with another beer.
I agree, but don't tell you anything I might regret later.
I (don't) I love you. 06/14/2008 Author's Note: We broke up? I think. we're in trouble.
Lots of question marks remain on where we stand.
Posted on 06/14/2008
Copyright © 2024 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 06/14/08 at 05:46 AM i know this story too well. sometimes the ambiguity creates more frustration and pain than knowing the true bad news. sometimes you have to do what you need to do on your own...handle your business and let him look back in longing. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 06/14/08 at 12:03 PM outstanding! |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 10/26/12 at 01:53 PM ....I foamed at the mouth and couldn't continue reading so I don't even know why I'm attempting to comment. I'll try again. :O |
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