i keep telling myself and others how bad you were,
how mean i was.
i keep telling silence how dead my soul was,
living within the endless showers of
Compliments and support you gave.
You were a flower alone in the desert giving affection to the discontent of passing wind.
Guilt is the only possession I've carried
As I wisp along fruitfulness or the baren horizon of Mother Earth.
Your seeds should have come with me.
I should have blown you to the safty of civilization,
Taken you to other flowers and hummingbirds;
Living things that could have enjoyed your nectar.
Instead I continue to gust cold across continents of extistance
Making whole people shake from my passing,
Causing children to be afraid,
ignoring flowers
That remind me of the loneliness
i so desperately wanted to be a part of.
Reminding me of the happiness I so eagerly rejected.
12/11/00 (4 Natalie)
Reason for writing:
The past four years have given me much to write about. I am currently working on a novel in which the subject of this poem is the base for the love intrest. While writing the story the reasons for our separation inspired this piece I chose to submit. It is the first poem in so many years I have truely felt was an extention of myself.
Birth sign: Libra
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