sabine

i never write angry poems, just sad ones, but oh well..blame the pms. not even a poem really just a reaccuring thought.

I've spent most of my life
Searching for that lesser light
That wouldn't sting my eyes
While needing a love
That doesn't need me
To be
Less needy.
Inevitably
Ending up with the same sum
Two separate not one alike.
Still alone here on my little mind island
Thinking of you (damnit all)
Thinking I should say a little
Thanks for the acknowledgment, whatever you meant.
But it's not quite all I wanted
Or hoped or dreamed.
So try not to get too coarse with me
If I respond accordingly...