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Stopping the Titanic

Poetry By: parkelis
True confessions

I dedicate this to my father. Stop always trying to hurt me. Be there, for once, as my biggest supporter... my biggest fan.

Submitted:Jul 30, 2011    Reads: 29    Comments: 5    Likes: 4   


As I sit here,

Just typing the words that enter my heart

And then pump to the rest of my lonesome corpse,

I think, "What the hell have you ever done for me?"

I am the idea man, the one who thinks of stuff on a whim

And stupidly shares with you.

In your eyes, I'm the man to be gunned down;

Your response to anything and everything I ever have to say

Is always the goddamn same thing, "Don't do that.

You can't do that, you're wasting your time."

You are the one person in my life

Who makes me feel low,

Who chooses to bring me down,

Who has to have this Titanic I'm steering sink.

You bring me to the point

Where I have tears falling upon the keys

Of this keyboard; if I could see what my tears

Are spelling out, I would see the word H-A-T-E.

You make me want to hate you-

Your neglect,

Lack of sympathy, lack of love,

Lack of simple, sincere, pure consideration

For my being makes me hate you.

When I'm with you,

A cold breeze chills me

To become frozen,

And thus, I now refrain from pouring

Out the rest of my being

And because I know you'll throw

Out every particular passionate thing

I have to say and consider it meaningless jargon.

You hurt me, time and time again.



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