Confusion: Love or Friendship - (Wyz)

Confusion: Love or Friendship - (Wyz) Confusion: Love or Friendship - (Wyz)

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Genre: Poetry

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Summary

Written for a close friend I had mixed feelings for. It was one of those, I'm attracted to her as a person, but not really physically (which made me feel shallow and caused a lot of confusion for me).

The poem is based on a mix of my confusion of these feelings and my trying to get her attention.

There is a lot I could write about what the poem really means, a lot of what is written here has meaning and it jumps back and forth between literal and figurative.

Written about a year after I graduated high school.
(Written 5/15/04)
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Summary

Written for a close friend I had mixed feelings for. It was one of those, I'm attracted to her as a person, but not really physically (which made me feel shallow and caused a lot of confusion for me).

The poem is based on a mix of my confusion of these feelings and my trying to get her attention.

There is a lot I could write about what the poem really means, a lot of what is written here has meaning and it jumps back and forth between literal and figurative.

Written about a year after I graduated high school.
(Written 5/15/04)

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Submitted: March 26, 2013

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To crave the blade,
The lust for pain...
The light did fade,
To let darkness reign.
 
My heart is shattered,
And consumed in flames.
The red has splattered
From these childish games.
 
Why do I hurt for her?
Why do I care?
Why does my heart stir?
Inside, I do tear.
 
Tears of Red, I do cry,
Drops of Glass, I can't release.
To this agony, I ask why,
Why does this pain just seem to increase?!
 
A love I swore away,
On that very day it came,
Feels tho it's here to stay,
Yet, my heart I attempt to tame.
 
Leave from me, I ask my thoughts,
As liquid crimson begins to pour.
My heart turns and begins to rot,
And through it, the thorn of a rose tore.
 
My lifeless body falls,
And she cries a tear.
My name, her voice calls,
But her words, my ears can't hear.
 
How could someone who doesn't care,
Care so much for me?
And yet, despite the conflicts we share,
She has still yet to flee!
 
I know she'd cry upon my tomb,
But not upon my sorrow.
That very day, her emotions, gloom,
But forget me, come tomorrow.


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