resentment
By donnamarie
he first saw me. i wasn't myself. he talked to me. i was drunk. he thought he was getting to know me. i already knew who we were. he took me to his room. i told him my tale. he took it for fiction. he made me feel ordinary. i thought that was what i wanted. i guess i broke his heart. he thought he loved me too much. i saw the line of gold and black divide us. he didnt see my side. i could't be with someone who desn't know struggle in all her glory. his heart is naive. now he resents me. i think he resent my heart and my life. it's not for him. i haven't met him yet, but i know who it's for. (i know she will not have me.) he can't stand to look at me, but my voice is sweet to his ears. when he sees my eyes, he cringes and scars me. his tongue becomes split. and it stings me right to the bone. i'm used against myself. our bond has formed, but he uses me against myself. he resents me. he resents my principles. he resents my lifestyle. he questions my life. he says i have not shocked him yet. i am just living my life. it is not to shock him. i am just living my life. i'm used against myself. Written February 27th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 01:18 AM PST 0 • 1
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"he first saw me...."