The Dreaded

[fivefiftyeight]

I've been put on the front line to
endured abandonment, dissopointment
and betrayal. I've been made to feel
the dreaded.

Her eyes burn inside her skull,
and still she wipes her brow
everytime I plant my lips on hers.

There's something wrong here.Nothing is right

Comments

[withravenseyes]

say it aint so

[____fromfaraway]

fag

[carestoafault]

i wonder if i should even try to interpret your poetry.
i love it though it makes me sad.
i find myself wondering if "she" is me or her and frankly i think it switches back and forth from line to line. what i do know is that it was my train that left six months ago. i'll just stand here at the station while you throw rocks from the train.

[spaaace_monkey]

I swear, you can't go a single week without turning emo on me.

Gimme a call. We'll do lunch. Maybe I can get you to stop crying.

[anonymous]

you'll be okay