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after so much uselessness, this is what befell me
by Lauren Singeryou built a bomb shelter for my underwear.
i wanted you to walk me down to a place
i'd never been before but all you did
was eradicate a subterfuge
for my justification.
i don't want to rewind action
with more regret, i just want to
be held without the testimonial
that i was too drunk to stand.
someone, oh God, just love me
for all my self-indulgent suffering.
there is more to me than
purposeful avoidance just
to be noticed.
there was, once. 01/09/2012 Posted on 01/09/2012
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/09/12 at 10:58 AM ..and you know what, Lauren? There will be again, if this poem is any gauge. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 01/09/12 at 06:40 PM And will be again, genius friend writer, you. |
| Posted by Anya Kaats on 02/23/12 at 01:04 AM sometimes self-depreciation is the only way to gain insight, or the capacity to understand something about ourselves. at least i think thats true. |
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