I woke up one morning and realized I loved you.
I woke up another morning and realized you had made a complete idiot out of me.
I woke up one morning and realized you said you were a friend.
I woke up another morning and realized you wanted to be a friend for your own malicious pleasures.
I woke up one morning and realized that I was very popular.
I woke up another morning and realized that popularity does not mean friends.
I woke up one morning and thought you had changed, perhaps become kinder.
I woke up another morning and realized your kindness was convenience.
I woke up one morning feeling miserable that you did not love anything about me.
I woke up another morning and realized that you don’t even know how to love.
I woke up one morning and wished I would be so beautiful that I’d blind you.
I woke up another morning and realized that I don’t want to feel ugly for you anymore.
I woke up one morning and realized now you sleep next to someone else.
I woke up another morning and realized I loathe waking up everyday.
July 17, 2007
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7 comments:
I like the last line JB. nice work. :)
you'd blind me any day (or night)
fuck! you were never ugly, never
think about this one:
Writing is the only profession where no one considers you ridiculous if you earn no money.
Jules Renard
I woke up one morning and wished I would be so beautiful that I’d blind you. --- oh wow! i sometimes wonder the chemical surges that must be there inside you that make you write the way you do
Pratibha Patil
A woman in charge
CONGRATS
Hey! I thought I heard myself in those first 2 lines! Very heartfelt writing! And ugly! who?!
Haha, the end was the best! Amazing poem!
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