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Bonnie Gillespie Poem
Her words are streaming with subliminal meaning…
Cryptic…
And I dream of the things that make me hate…I’m alone, it doesn’t matter.
There’s an unmistakable attraction I had for you scent, and now I recreate invain.
Say what you will, remember you’re a slave to your words once they are spoken.
Shackled by what you had to say and now beaten and bruised day in and day out wishing to
have taken it back.
She was never real…
She was a mirrored image of what I always had looked for.
I cared for the fake and miss what now has become to be known as the fraud.
I don’t wish you well, not anymore.
I hope God burns you in the end and you find yourself alone, oh so very alone…
I allow you to be nothing more than a Dead Memory, just as you have heard many a time
before you.
I refuse to be born again…
The days I can remember flow through me like poison and are like roots through out my
body, buried in…They can not be cleaned away.
She finalized me…never completed…
There’s something inside me but I’ll never get to see it…
Despise
There are no bargins to be had in Heaven…
Her words are like salt in a fresh wound. -Painful and meaningless…
There was never a reason for such deciet that you displayed…
Trying to keep us the way we were, its like running up a hill…A God forsaken never ending
hill. Your unwillingness is the sun blinding me in the eyes…
You watch me stumble
Everyone has left, I can’t die
I can’t Die
Copyright © Bonnie Gillespie | Year Posted 2010
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Bonnie Gillespie Poem
There will be a sick portrayal of your lies once You're all alone.
When you crawl asking for sympathy, trace back and remember what your words were to
me in my time of need.
Once the night sets in and the Angel has descended far from your arms, let the anguish I felt
set into your blood stream. And when the memories you felt had no place in your life
anymore become all you think about, become your best and only friend, will you then feel
the shame for your wrongful slander set against my being?
On a lonely September night will you shed tears for those who you pushed away invain?
If you think this pain is unbearable, try having no way of being able to stop it. You had the
power, and now you are lying in the bed you so demandingly made yourself and an Angel
you were never deserving of to begin with.
Sleep alone, darling, for all your nights
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Bonnie Gillespie Poem
There are many things that I'd like to say to you, but I just dont know how.
Left unspoken just to lie to myself, cause what I want out of you just inst real.
my heart is anothers, so wrong, I know. I tried to pretend, I tried to lie to myself, I tried to
ruin what little of you that I had, but the feeling just became a daily routine....just another
sad corner of my life...it's not where you belong.
It's not good for me to look you in the eye, it just reminds me of how well you can see
through me. Every thorn that covers my heart, you know of...all but the one that sticks in
my side...the thought of you.
I always find the tragedy in what seems so perfect, but not this time, its impossible to see a
flaw in you. I told you, so long ago, you were my dream, my perfection...it menat so little to
you...it meant the entire world to me. But thats how it is always goes, doesnt it? You only let
people know what you want them to...this isn't a guessing game...but it feels like its rapidly
turning into one.
If it meant your happiness over mine, I'd forever give you up as my guilty pleasure. Not a
single thought more of what could be would surface in my mind. Not another sinful thought
of holding you and calling you my own would surround my heart when it's too dark to see.
Your Flawless heart wasnt meant to be intertwined with mine...
Copyright © Bonnie Gillespie | Year Posted 2010
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