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But do I even want YOU anymore?
by Jolie JordanDialate
into hyperspace
another night
like this
And I can't stop
questioning
us, here, this.
I'm utterly convinced you wouldn't survive without me. 12/19/2010 Author's Note: Nights are fuzzy and float together, like the dust that hovers around your mothers living room.
It's not a worry, I just take too many drugs, have too much fun, love too completely, and take way too much shit from you.
I'm way too young for this, too unmotivated, too tied down right now, and not sober enough to make any decisions tonight. Fuck.
Posted on 12/19/2010
Copyright © 2024 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 12/21/10 at 04:53 PM You probably don't want the person anymore and you probably shouldn't have them again. But who the fuck are we to say what we should or shouldn't do? Who am I to throw this at you, like a snowball from behind a cloud, when I am fall face down into piles of $#%@ every day? |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 12/21/10 at 04:54 PM I made a typo in my comment. It pisses me off. Also, interesting how it chose to show "$#%@" and not "sh*t".
I think everything you do is brilliant. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/21/10 at 10:11 PM That last line hits harder than a ton of bricks could ever hope for. Unreal and just a pleasure to read. |
| Posted by Gregory R Schelske on 05/08/11 at 10:38 AM Oh my God...marry me please. Can you imagine the sweet, sweet words we could make together?
My new favorite poem of the day...I mean week...oh heck...of the year! |
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