Poetry

[cinaed]

I stumbled upon this poem I wrote when my dad upset me, and seeing as he emailed me again today, I thought it fitting.

I think, if you were any person other than yourself,
I could love you -- but instead I see a selfish fool
Who clutches at his own self-love because no one else respects him
And doesn't understand that he fucked up,
That he hurt everyone who should have mattered
That he is stupid, selfish, blind, and old

I think, if you were anyone but you, I could forgive you
But you aren't, so I am the wrathful, the unforgiving
Who wants you to vanish and fade into the obscurity of the past
Because that's where you belong

To be a grief that we can put on the shelf and forget about
And shake our heads when someone finds it again
And sigh over the barely remembered loss
Because that's where you belong

Comments

[schlicky.livejournal.com]

It's a very good poem, despite it's rather morose subject matter. Or maybe that makes it better. I like it, though.