Sweet Southern Masochist's blog: "Poetry by Muah"

I have all these little pieces of you
And when put together
I still don't see the use.

I remember
December
(An every present theme
You read).
All over again...
Just how much it stung
Then
To be hung
By love,
(A word I attempt
To speak not of);
Overflowing with contempt.

So often
Am I forgotten.
It just isn't the same
When the only worth one carries
Is sewn to your name.

Look at all we've lost
Was it as valuable as the cost?
Did you receive payment?
Because I didn't.
(Staring up at you from the pavement).

If my mind's so strong
How come
I've been trapped in
Between
(With no means
Of returning)
For this long?
I'm beautiful.
I'm intelligent.
I'm open-minded.
But It won't
Show
Without
The will to find it.
(Shrouded in self doubt).

You try
To classify
An enigma
In itself
As if it were
Someone else
Other than myself
(Whatever that is).

Nothing can truly
Be
Described.
No heart can honestly
Be
Revived.

Yet you talk as though
We're in a sideshow,
Like I'm a regular in your mind
Or the sun in your eyes.

I really hope you save your tears
Because it's as useless
As crying
(Trying)
To remain here.

I would tell you just how
Empty I am
Only
To find
You're blind
And
Can't
Possibly
Understand.

I'm telling myself I am nothing
This time
(But I'm
Feeling fine).
I've gathered dirt
And covered the hurt
Your words paint for me
(Memories)
I recollect
The need to protect
And respect
What it is I still have left
(Nothing but an awkward silence)
Swimming between my ears
Snapshots of our years
Filling the frames
(Tilted)
And in disarray.

I
Am
Can't
Never
Come....
Looking....


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