Tragedy Becomes My Name

By Eric, thenuttman@aol.com
Date: 15 April 2000

Tragedy Becomes My Name

I couldn't believe that the times had all faded, A difference of opinion is obviously able to ruin us, What we once had... ...Much like a childish attempt at a sand castle, all too close to the ocean... We drove ourselves crazy... And making love was as if a white hot flame ignited our bodies... But afterwards, we were still as different as day and night... Why we kept on only proves the power of intimacy... Now, I can't believe the remnants of our castle in the sand... Standing as a clear reminder of what I've done wrong... Also representing the image of a woman I could not truly love... Fear controls my every move now... Will I become a slave to my Freudian desires? Moving to the next would be as easy as taking a step... The first being the hardest... I feel as if I am two, asking the all important question, "Why?" And my only response is silence... Because, even without true love, you leave behind a gap... A hole that is in your womanly shape... Filling your shoes is impossible, I gave you all I had... But giving you true love was something I was unable to do...and I'm sorry... Filling my shoes was obviously easy enough... My only wish is that ending this was easier than it became... And as this chapter ends...Tragedy becomes my name...

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