Conflict

by elemental123

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-09-08 23:11:00

Parent message is 279723
My mind is torn into waring sides
With every thought of you
Each memory creates a battle in my head
Between hopeless romanticism
And reality
Though reality is much bleaker
At least in it I can stand on my own
And I don’t end up getting fucked around in the end
But why isn’t this enough to shut these pointless feelings off
They should have died when I saw what a tramp you were
When reality show itself, every thought should have only brought a cold feeling of deadness
Like when looking upon ancient statues of forgotten people
In a deserted mueseum
When the hopeless romanitc pops up
I try to beat him down
Tell him what a fuck up he is
And how if i follow him how fucked up I’m going to be if I follow him
But no matter how much he is beaten, strangled, and stabbed, he still pops up, hopeless looking for something that will never be.
I admire his persitence
But still wish he would die
And leave me in control of myself