Something Of

 

You're some thing of propaganda, some thing she wishes to toss out.

She wants to call you a mistake, but she knows she's better off:

Words can only hurt those who take them to heart; he hasn't one.

 

You're some thing of a need, some thing she wishes to simply shake off.

She wants to call you a bittersweet story, but she knows she's wrong:

Words can only hurt those who take them to mind; his: non-functional.

 

You're some thing of a forgotten lyric, some thing she wishes to wash away

She wants to call you an unfortunate craving, but she knows she's lying, now:

Words can only hurt those who take them to soul; his is lost out there.

 

You're some thing of a long search, some thing she wishes to treasure.

She wants to call you her equal, but she knows she's stepping the line:

Words can only hurt those who take them to spirit; he can't see his.

 

You're some thing of an askew picture, some thing she wishes to take down.

She wants to call you hers, but she knows she'll never get it back:

Words can only hurt those who take them at all; he ignored every one.

 

Reviews

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Um, what? This doesn’t have enough reviews! This is great! Just the way everything is perfectly worded... wow.

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

I think this is great - something of perspective gained from sorting out all the emotions, all the pain and all the slop....

Read your bio - love the picture on the tracks and thought you were probably just perfect until I saw you didn't dance..... gotta dance.... not always well.... but gotta dance..... but then again you write well enough to maybe pass on dancing....ok....

Kath

[saren call]

this is one of my favorite poems i've read in a very long time. i love the parallelism, and the emotion involved in the metaphor.