Porcelain Doll

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    Porcelain Doll

    was it me?
    did i break you one fateful day?
    did i brush against you
    and topple you over?
    did i throw something in frustration
    only to hit you unknowingly?
    people have said it before;
    i don't know my own strength.

    but here you are.
    shattered among the dust.
    and it must have been me
    who ruined us.
    or the pathetic belief in us
    that i had created in hope of you
    to stay forever by me.
    but whatever it was
    i will forever feel the stabbing pain
    that i feel now,
    deep in my gut.

    i must move past my mistakes.
    i must live on after our death.
    i had a fantasy life.
    a life that i just realized was a lie.
    a silly, childish world i wanted
    and believed i had,
    that i believed was so achievable.
    but i waited.
    in hope of you to join my land
    of make-believe.
    of love.
    stupid love.

    hold on.
    god i am so lame.
    i will die before i believe
    that everything will be alright.
    i am doomed.
    and it was never you,
    it had always been me.
    i want you to be real.
    but reality is not what you have
    when your fingers pass through flesh
    like a rock through waters surface.
    drown me.
    please.

    choking and sputtering.
    i am stumbling around.
    lost and confused.
    where am i?
    where are you?

    there you are.
    right where you always were.
    away from me.
    far away from me.
    among the others who love you more.
    who captured your mind
    like you captured mine.
    there you are.
    there she is.
    here i am.
    here, you are not.






    please remove my blade
    from among my organs.
    it hurts a little too much.






    i am but an ear to listen
    and a mouth to hate.

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    WordSlinger commented on Porcelain Doll

    07-27-2009

    These lines rule; but here you are. shattered among the dust. and it must have been me who ruined us. Extremely tough!

    MidnightPoet commented on Porcelain Doll

    03-10-2009

    painful

    BridgetBowen commented on Porcelain Doll

    10-29-2008

    I felt your pain. This is an excellent poem!

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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