Another Funeral

I was thinking back...

I kill myself in small amounts

With each relationship

That’s not about Love.

I no longer blame you

Or your ‘gentleman’s charm’,

Not even those bright,

Sexy,

Playful,

Captivating blue eyes.

No, you have no hold on me!

But then why does my heart

Skip a beat when you look at me?

Why do the butterflies in my stomach

Flutter about each time you smile?

Why do I feel I still need you

After you hurt me so much?

How do you manage

To break down this barrier

I have built to protect myself?

You kill me in small amounts

Because I know this relationship

Is not about Love.

This is just another funeral

And I am just another girl,

Left drowning in my tears…

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel03July2008

 

Reviews

[Raja]

I liked the poem very much. It has a sadistic part that have been documented by your wonderful narration of words and great feel. It is very pure in content and universal. It reflects inner picture so soon.

Thank You.

Raja.

[Daisy]

ooooh! thats sooo sad. hoped the ending wasn't going to be what it was. I wonder what love is sometimes, you know, true love. I wonder if anyone knows. good that this was thinking back though. hope it doesn't haunt you. x