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Here, a pill.
by Jared OrlandoIt seems that all I can really do now,
Is blame you for all those little things
That in my mind I have every reason
With perfect evidence to do so.
The fact that I simply cannot move my ear
Without my whole face scrunching up
Is due solely to the fact that that one day
You canceled our intimate dinner plans.
I grew up to be quite a stubborn man
With everything tangible worth a second look
And it’s only because you never returned that call
Leaving me out in the rain with only my doubts.
Nothing I do is quite ever good enough
At least not for me, but I am not surprised.
When I needed to throw my anger around
You weren’t there to catch it.
Do you remember that one time when I tripped
Right there on the sidewalk in front of the crowd
Well, you weren’t quite there, but I know it happened
All because you said I was so shallow once.
I bleed, I sweat, I curse, and I fail
And I will continue to do these things;
But it’s all because of you
And your unwillingness to love me
03/19/2009 Posted on 03/20/2009
Copyright © 2025 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/20/09 at 11:47 AM I can relate all too well to this piece. I can do nothing right either. Honest and well expressed- the last stanza summed things up so well. Good write! |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/20/09 at 05:57 PM This is really relatable for me. I love it when people say I'm shallow or selfish or the classic line "It's always about Nan...". This just goes to show that they may think it has to be all about us, but really, it's all about them. Perfect capturing. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/24/09 at 06:01 PM i like how this is feels as though it's just throwing everything on the table and trying to figure how to sort it out. |
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