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if you fall into a fit of commotion...
at the snap of a rifle, at the click of a finger,
the heart begins bleeding; these hallways grow darker.
the doors all seem farther;
these tiles are looking warped and blurred.
can we start from the top, is there some line that i forgot?
written out so perfectly, on a cue card someone lost.
is it possible to forget an affection,
let it fall to the floor and shatter?
in a fit of commotion, to lie drunk and without emotion,
against the bathroom door.
and it's so hard to breathe in here,
but the air's still getting thinner.
i hope you feel the pang of failure
when you come out of this the winner.
and i know you think i'm in no position
to feel the things i'm feeling
or to say the things i'm saying,
but that's just a matter of opinion,
and something that you'd expect
to be coming from the opposition.
it's just that lately, i've been trying
to keep myself from lying
or do any of those things
that, in the end, left you hurting.
well, sometimes these plans make changes
and they create such messy situations.
held up by tiny words and phrases;
such things cannot be taken back.
but i still remember all those days and
nights we spent in her basement,
and the love that we created
so i agree that i'm to blame here,
and i wish that i could erase it.
but maybe it's for the best.
the heart begins bleeding; these hallways grow darker.
the doors all seem farther;
these tiles are looking warped and blurred.
can we start from the top, is there some line that i forgot?
written out so perfectly, on a cue card someone lost.
is it possible to forget an affection,
let it fall to the floor and shatter?
in a fit of commotion, to lie drunk and without emotion,
against the bathroom door.
and it's so hard to breathe in here,
but the air's still getting thinner.
i hope you feel the pang of failure
when you come out of this the winner.
and i know you think i'm in no position
to feel the things i'm feeling
or to say the things i'm saying,
but that's just a matter of opinion,
and something that you'd expect
to be coming from the opposition.
it's just that lately, i've been trying
to keep myself from lying
or do any of those things
that, in the end, left you hurting.
well, sometimes these plans make changes
and they create such messy situations.
held up by tiny words and phrases;
such things cannot be taken back.
but i still remember all those days and
nights we spent in her basement,
and the love that we created
so i agree that i'm to blame here,
and i wish that i could erase it.
but maybe it's for the best.
Comments:
no one's to blame, tony. it's everyone's fault and no one's fault. the past week has been so devestating that i didn't know what to feel or who to blame. it was natural to blame you. i wish i could take back every hurtful word i've said. i wish i could just come back and hug you and make everything wrong, right again.
i can't. not on my own. i know you are hurting. i know maybe you are tired of dealing with me or even thinking of me. but i want to fix this. i want to start over.
at the very least, i want to talk to you in person. please, will you give me that? just say yes or no and i will come to you.
i love you. this poem made me cry.
i won't let it end like this.
please call me. you have my numbers. if i'm at work, just leave me a voicemail. please do this for me, tony.
-beth
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i can't. not on my own. i know you are hurting. i know maybe you are tired of dealing with me or even thinking of me. but i want to fix this. i want to start over.
at the very least, i want to talk to you in person. please, will you give me that? just say yes or no and i will come to you.
i love you. this poem made me cry.
i won't let it end like this.
please call me. you have my numbers. if i'm at work, just leave me a voicemail. please do this for me, tony.
-beth
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: September 15, 2004 at 2:35 PM
: September 15, 2004 at 2:35 PM