Untitled Three

Untitled Three

A Poem by Jogi Hull

I just want to dial your number,
Give you a call, maybe pretend to be her,
So that I could see
First handedly
What it is she has
That I don't.

And then I remember the truth --
That I pushed you away in my ignorance
And my youth.
I wanted to be the strong one
But my situation is self undone.
So leave me to wallow in my regret.
I want you to.
It's for the best.

© 2013 Jogi Hull

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Added on August 5, 2013
Last Updated on August 5, 2013
Tags: personal, thoughts, sad, life, pain, dark, sex, adult, weird, angst


Jogi Hull
Jogi Hull

Wonderland, NY

Clearly, I've never been to Singapore. more..