Quiet Desperation
Not mine, but yours
Quiet desperation leaks out of your pores
You pretend you don't want me
then you pretend you want more
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Begging me to see how alone you want to be
Just to turn around and tell me how much you love
and only want, me
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Waiting for a sign from above
Unable to wiggle free from your grip
until I spread my wings like a dove
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A quiet exit I was able to slip
Would you notice my absence
or carry on with your quip
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Obsessed with your distance
Only giving in when intoxicated
Next day claiming innocence
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With the perfect line you baited
Wounds fresh, heart sore
Stab me with a knife that's serrated
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You pretend you want me more
Quiet desperation leaks out of your pores
About the Creator
Tanya Lei
A poet, if nothing else.
In a blank space, captivating words flow freely to create something that has not existed before.
From my mind, to yours.
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Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Beautifully raw and painfully honest. The push-pull dynamic is so vividly captured here. Really well written.
Wonderfully written. You should turn this into a song!
Ugh. This felt lived. Players going to play I guess. Hate people like that. Well written, Tanya