Pensive
03-07-2008, 04:55 AM
Posted it in the 'write an angry poem' thread yesterday, too (I hope mods don't mind me starting a thread for it now :) ). So the anger in this poem is quite deliberate. Any comments would be really appreciated.
Does It Hurt Too Much To Care?
Yes
No
Okay
Right
Wrong
Fine
Mine
Hi
Bye
Without any explanation
Without any description
Without any conviction
Am sick of this briefness
What kind of friendship is this?
What sort of love?
Where chatting for more than a few minutes
Would get you pissed?
Where sharing something with me
Would get you in trouble?
Where starting a conversation by your own
Would get your knickers in a knot?
Thinking it's so cool
As if we are together because
A woman only understands the language
Of shoe
Your thinking.
Reading your diary
Opened many forbidden doors
Thinking that I
Would leave you forever
If we got closer
If you become open
Your ideas make something in me
Scream.
Perhaps our relationship was a mistake
You never apparently understood me
I never had an access to your thoughts either
I know now your diary better than you
Which you decided to trust more than ever
You could trust me and entrust
Your thoughts to me
Stop torturing me
Order this pain to stop
Just by having a long chat
With unnecessary silly big words as you call them
No formality
No preciseness
No conciseness
Or slowly
Your lack of care
Might erase the existence
Of our commitment to each other
I wonder what you say
On our commitment's deathday
"Glad it's over"?
Or
"I knew this would be it"?
Or
"Bye, I don't care"?
Would you utter one of the
Longest sentence that ever
Have you said in your whole life
Related to me
To me?
Does it hurt to forget some old ideas
Written in your diary and to erase them
More than it hurts to erase a part of somebody's heart?
Does it hurt too much to care?
Does it hurt too much to care?
Does It Hurt Too Much To Care?
Yes
No
Okay
Right
Wrong
Fine
Mine
Hi
Bye
Without any explanation
Without any description
Without any conviction
Am sick of this briefness
What kind of friendship is this?
What sort of love?
Where chatting for more than a few minutes
Would get you pissed?
Where sharing something with me
Would get you in trouble?
Where starting a conversation by your own
Would get your knickers in a knot?
Thinking it's so cool
As if we are together because
A woman only understands the language
Of shoe
Your thinking.
Reading your diary
Opened many forbidden doors
Thinking that I
Would leave you forever
If we got closer
If you become open
Your ideas make something in me
Scream.
Perhaps our relationship was a mistake
You never apparently understood me
I never had an access to your thoughts either
I know now your diary better than you
Which you decided to trust more than ever
You could trust me and entrust
Your thoughts to me
Stop torturing me
Order this pain to stop
Just by having a long chat
With unnecessary silly big words as you call them
No formality
No preciseness
No conciseness
Or slowly
Your lack of care
Might erase the existence
Of our commitment to each other
I wonder what you say
On our commitment's deathday
"Glad it's over"?
Or
"I knew this would be it"?
Or
"Bye, I don't care"?
Would you utter one of the
Longest sentence that ever
Have you said in your whole life
Related to me
To me?
Does it hurt to forget some old ideas
Written in your diary and to erase them
More than it hurts to erase a part of somebody's heart?
Does it hurt too much to care?
Does it hurt too much to care?