I'm not the marrying kind

I'm not the marrying kind

A Poem by Saraplenty

I find myself talking to you
more now
than before that night.

All these conversations
of words
left unsaid.

Needing to be heard
bubbling up
inside my fading voice.

I watch as silence screams
the nothing
you forced on me.

Like a scarlet letter
seeping steadily
staining my skin.

An ominous warning
to those
who may dare to follow.

Leaving me police lined off
searching from
inside the crime scene.

Looking for a remnant of
the me
I was becoming before you.

And all I hear is
your responses
of how I never was enough.

© 2011 Saraplenty


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Saraplenty
Saraplenty

Dallas, TX



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I am awesome. And sometimes, I vomit things on to paper to aid in breathing. I write for me, to release what it is I am feeling at that moment, and because I like turning those feelings into so.. more..

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