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thank God i don't have asthma

by Nanette Bellman

there's always a tension
you can cut with a knife
between us.
 
it stifles the air,
no matter how fine the particles,
leaving everyone to breathe it in.
 
it spawns from how i think
you can't ever do anything right
and various other rhymes and reasons.
 
i feel like i'm being punished
for mistakes that you've made
and then the mistakes that i've made
when in reality,
we're too imperfect people
and that could be the only thing
we have in common anymore.
 
you hold yourself and me
accountable for your sins
and when i ask for explanations
of why you have the feelings you do
you beat me around the bush
spoon fed me just enough
to shut me up,
to shut you down,
and you pray that i forget
you've never finished your stories.
 
the one thing you should know
is i'm not a restaurant,
i have no reservations

01/09/2009

Author's Note: get with the program, or get out.

Posted on 01/10/2009
Copyright © 2024 Nanette Bellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/10/09 at 05:31 AM

You sound like you mean business. That definitely comes across in this and does so in great style.

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