Don’t respond to me;
I’m just bored and
lonely and
a couple of minutes away from
disappearing.
Come on too strong, afraid that
to do otherwise will make you lose interest.
Waxing poetic, electronic pen pals are
what most become;
asking to meet has never been
my strong suit.
I can be kind, loyal, and thoughtful;
thoughtless, selfish, and bloated by my
self-importance.
Everyone has their own path to walk;
some get partners, others don’t.
Some covet being alone, while
others daydream of someone else.
Come along then,
if you will.
I promise I’ll be the
one who is hurt.
by Erik Shinker
Great piece.
“I promise I’ll be the
one who is hurt.”
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Thank you!
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My pleasure.
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I like the turn at the end in the last stanza (not for the sake of the speaker, of course, but for the the sake of the poem).
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Beautifully written!
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Thank you!
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