Who really, really knows
Even when you fall in love it is fake
You say you don’t want to really touch me
For fear I might terribly crack or break
But it’s me and I am not that fragile
Although I am limited in what I emotionally can take
You cannot shake me that easily
Not you…
I know
You cannot possibly see what I see in your face
A hollowed hooray and a immoral menagerie
Of broken bits, spoiled brat fits and black lace
Talking about pride, but spelling out tragedy
You think we are two peas but that is a mistake
And so I say goodbye to you and the inevitable insanity
©2010 j. k. bradford
Read more: http://authspot.com/poetry/the-inevitability-of-goodbye/#ixzz146O5VvNK
Even when you fall in love it is fake
You say you don’t want to really touch me
For fear I might terribly crack or break
But it’s me and I am not that fragile
Although I am limited in what I emotionally can take
You cannot shake me that easily
Not you…
I know
You cannot possibly see what I see in your face
A hollowed hooray and a immoral menagerie
Of broken bits, spoiled brat fits and black lace
Talking about pride, but spelling out tragedy
You think we are two peas but that is a mistake
And so I say goodbye to you and the inevitable insanity
©2010 j. k. bradford
Read more: http://authspot.com/poetry/the-inevitability-of-goodbye/#ixzz146O5VvNK
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