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Excise
by Aaron BlairI tried to remove you,
but I found I had no tools
suitable to the task.
Sharp blades, corrosive tears,
the fire of self-righteousness,
surety that you had wronged me,
none of those things would do.
So I carried you inside,
a pitiful delusion gnawing at me,
infecting the surrounding tissue with hope.
Worse, you hold no similar torch for me.
Worse, you mock my pathetic devotion
to what your love for me once meant.
You tell me that I am crazy
and have no argument against it,
because I know that it is true,
but at the same time,
I am not nearly crazy enough.
A lunatic could cut you out,
no matter how much it hurt.
06/07/2011 Author's Note: I told him that I still loved him and he told me I was crazy. You would think that love would die once it's been rejected. But it doesn't.
Posted on 06/07/2011
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/08/11 at 02:31 AM Boy, ain't that the truth. Wonderful verse. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 06/08/11 at 05:13 PM Those last lines are what make this piece. Excellent. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 06/08/11 at 05:18 PM Oh, Aaron. This breaks the heart. |
| Posted by E. A. Pugh on 06/09/11 at 05:15 PM "infecting the surrounding tissue with hope." a stunning truth regarding the illusion of hope.Nice work. |
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