Something I’m not
I can let you go,
Cut you off like a useless limb,
Part ways with the most essential for my being.
And I’ll survive.
Boy, not because I can,
Because I have to.
You see, ego is that magic potion which will bring the dead to life,
It will suffocate and then bury with dignity,
But it will never leave.
So yes, my darling,
I love you,
I want you,
But I don’t need you.
I never will.
I will survive.
I will survive the cuts
The bruises
The poison
The ache
But I will survive
And I don’t mind being broken
I mind being something I’m not.
Such a lovely and sad poem. I really like this one. π
May 17, 2014 at 10:58 pm
Thanks π
May 19, 2014 at 2:01 pm
beautiful one.. loved it. π
What happened to me while reading this poem is that I automatically read it in the tone of Gloria Gaynor’s I’ll survive song.. Well, this can be sung in that tune.. π
May 24, 2014 at 11:10 am
Awesome!
May 27, 2014 at 12:18 pm