Leech (18th June 2008, 11.01pm)
One way street,
one track mind,
take not give:
Leech;
that is what you are;
I love you,
but you’ve been a git
so far
in this relationship;
three years,
best friend;
can’t you prioritise,
attempt to compromise,
learn to say no?
(at least try?)
Live life the way others do:
put someone else first
once in a while;
is it so hard
to be unselfish
and thoughtful?
Dig deep, like a spade
through clay:
I question you,
and you have nothing
to say
in your defence;
you offer up only
uncomfortable silence;
(which costs nothing
on YOUR phone bill).
Does it always have
to be yourself
that’s the most important aspect
of everything you do?
Face it, love:
the world does not
revolve around you
(I know it’s a bitter pill
to swallow);
this is the point
at which I laugh
and sound hollow.
Comments
Dynamaso | June 18, 2008 - 22:41
I like how the first four lines are so vicious in their intent and the rest of the piece justifies why the first four lines. Very to the point.
shoebox | June 19, 2008 - 01:12
Purgation? Good, for getting it out!
jennifer | June 19, 2008 - 07:24
Yes. I was angry. Can you tell?
I think I am quite a generous person but it annoys me when people take the p*** and abuse that generosity, especially best friends.
mark_yelland-brown | June 20, 2008 - 08:27
What makes poetic angst more powerful is slipping in more of the mundane as a kind of highlght, border.
Eg the line:
(which costs nothing
on YOUR phone bill).
really lifts it.
jennifer | June 20, 2008 - 09:20
Which is why I particularly liked those socks...