Sunday, March 2, 2014

Moody Myrtle

if I stop
if I go still and quiet
the little beads
of sadness
of the cold
will creep up on me

if I don't say it out loud
it doesn't seem real

without an audience
without a friend
to affirm
with just me knowing
it does not exist
it is nothing.

who has the right
to dictate
what goes on a diary

can something
anything

be kept a secret
private
on the great big abyss of the internet


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I am annoyed that you are getting to me
you are right
he was right
she was right
I am not the most discreet person in the world
something I am that I never apologized for
why do I feel the need to correct that now
must be
cause you didn't get mad
just disappointed
ah but I feel the need
to please you
and I know
you are right
I am annoyed that you are getting to me

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