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By Ali Date: 2006 Jul 31 Comment on this Work [[2006.07.31.08.16.11983]] |
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Liberation is just a state of being--forget the mind, with its pitfalls, traps of memories, and unadulterated sense of martyrdom. Trust your heart-- if you can, anymore, if you believe anymore. I don't suppose I do-- You, with your sideways smile, your brilliant "unconditional" love-- what a fucking fool I was. "Ethereal"-- because you asked me to be. But it was more like ephemeral, because I had to be--the only difference is that I didn't blame you, and I didn't know that you blamed me. I don't even know how you felt, anymore, what you feel, anymore-- But instead of an appeal, instead of saying "I miss you," you wore it, played a game of misery with rhyme (forget reason). Instead of asking "Do you miss me, too?" you poison-tipped your heart, Said "I love you" as if it were a curse, as if I was just supposed to know-- But I didn't; but I don't. And I could say I'm sorry-- I could let those words fill my mouth-- But to whom would I apologize? The man who says he loves (loved me), Or the one who now turns his back? |