Talk
I’m talking to you.
On the page, in my head,
Words forming even sometimes
On my lips.
Foolishly emotional
Laid bare for all the world to see,
Unable to stop it
Unable to stop
Myself.
Too many times
Spent wincing
With regret and resolve
Too many times
Forgiving myself
And you
For not being there.
Yet I keep talking.
Are you listening?
October 26th, 2008 at 3:27 pm
who ru talking to? Why’d you kill facebook?
October 26th, 2008 at 4:17 pm
Hahaha, that’s the beauty of the poem. It’s for me to know and you to find out. If I wanted people to know who I meant I’d have titled it something like BOB.
But I ended up killing facebook only briefly. I was tired and annoyed by having people on my “friends” list who weren’t actually my friends or who didn’t talk to me at all. Just added me and then never said anything.
So I reactivated it and culled the friends list.
November 8th, 2008 at 3:36 pm
I just love this poem. As a blogger, it’s easy to feel that you’ve given too much information. We all just want to be known.
November 11th, 2008 at 8:51 pm
Yes, that sums up the feeling rather nicely!