practical poetry: a ragefull memoir
i found myself in the car today, screaming for someone i lost, shredding my voice as i beg for words to express this feeling that has nestled in my throat for months. it started when i first heard this voice whisper, "oh how sad, to have loved someone so much more than they loved you." this voice is my constant companion, filling every moment of silence with it's opinions. whether they loved me equally or not, i have decided to listen, to this grating voice that started as a whisper, that now screams "how dare you think you were important enough to be loved in that way." 2 years i was loved, or so i thought, and yet it was gone in 2 weeks, washed away like chalk in the rain. a poetic way to say they don't care, and are better without me. an interesting position to stand in. in the hurt of missing someone you thought would be yours forever, and standing in the anger of being abandoned and left for nothing, in a world that is so cruel as to flaunt love in you...