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On being the girl with too many problems, apparently.
by Jolie JordanI have never met a girl with so many problems, he says.
He says this meaning no harm, but he says this
and I become a dried up lake.
It is nearing our second winter together
And I have cold feet. I touch you like you should be touched
and I get nothing in return. I wrap you up in warmth
and I am left out in the cold.
Honestly,
I'm just getting really tired of trying to turn dirt into diamonds.
And this is hardly me giving up
This is me gladly admitting to defeat.
(This towel never felt so good to throw in, baby.) 12/05/2009 Author's Note:
I'm tired of the city,
and the way cheap whiskey makes you fight me.
I'm tired of sleeping in all day and empty pockets.
I'm tired of being tired of this.
I'm tired of forgiving you just so that I can live with you.
Over it.
Posted on 12/05/2009
Copyright © 2026 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 12/05/09 at 10:31 PM i wish neither of us knew this feeling right now |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 12/05/09 at 11:40 PM I like how you described everything in here as a comfort but identify it as a struggle. You're more than half way there now. Good luck and don't turn back now. |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 12/05/09 at 11:55 PM sounds like you're well out of that one. never undervalue yourself and never settle for the status quo instead of happiness again. please. *gigantic hug* |
| Posted by V. Blake on 12/06/09 at 02:02 AM "I'm just getting really tired of trying to turn dirt into diamonds." Incredibly well said, and it's not out of place for that. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/06/09 at 04:13 PM ... so very brilliant..... |
| Posted by Desdemona Sinestra on 12/10/09 at 04:26 AM i'm into it. =)
besides, a girl can never have too many problems. what else would we have to talk about? |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 12/10/09 at 05:07 AM I'm with Vince: the dirt into diamonds line sparkles, to coin a pun...but the whole poem succinctly tells the story of relationship failure and if i may say so, his loss |
| Posted by V. Blake on 12/16/09 at 06:15 AM I realized on rereading that I forgot to rate this. That has been remedied. :) |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 12/16/09 at 07:41 AM This is "in the moment" art as poetry! Such honesty in the emotions which reaches right in and pulls out the readers still beating heart! |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 01/26/10 at 06:02 AM Rawr. |
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