journal fragments broken up in lines

by jamelah

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-11-04 12:22:00

november.
already november.
who’d ever think?
then again,
november comes every year, without fail.

haven’t heard from that boy in over a week.
fuck it.
i am so tired of searching through his words
for hidden meaning
when there isn’t any
i am so tired
just
tired

i am tired of wasting myself on intangibility.

and he’s just an illusion

i am so tired of tying my emotions up
and giving him the strings
he does nothing with them
he leaves me an inanimate puppet
motionless, waiting,
wishing.

wishing my heart had someone else to beat for.

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