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Fill In the Blanks (or why i usually lie)
by Olivia Weinkeinyou wanted me to listen as you
apologized. you hoped
it would mean something in
the end, or
maybe you didn't.
it's really not so clear now, & i guess
it no longer matters anyway, but
i'd like to think you're still worth a tiny
bit of my contemplation or atleast worth
a fleeting thought in the back of my mind.
but
i carved my name in the side of a tree today,
left the space beside it empty.
it was as deliberate as it was painful.
a symbol i understood quite clearly but
would you, could you
because
i'd like to think i'm still worth a tiny bit
of your contemplation or atleast worth
a fleeting thought in the back of your mind.
for all the time i've spent trying to figure you out,
isn't my blank space worth something? 05/17/2009 Author's Note: blame it on the rain or previous lack of electricity, just don't blame it on me.
Posted on 05/18/2009
Copyright © 2024 Olivia Weinkein
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/18/09 at 01:23 PM You certainly seem to know what to do with the rain. What I like about this is the way the anger comes right through at the start, builds and then seems to die right as we're heading into the close. It's like you realize near the end that it's just not worth it. I could be completely off the mark, but that's what I took away from this. It's great, by the way. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 05/18/09 at 08:03 PM this is quite wonderful. |
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