you might notice my voice is raspy from the wailing of my silent refrain. take heed.
I'm wasting away from missing the usual crumbs you toss my way.
My rampant neediness makes me irksome. you smile and pat my head, turning to your papers.
It is hard work becoming invisible in the presence of a blind man.
I thought you'd notice the sharp odor of my growing listlessness.
I thought you'd notice the sharp odor of my growing listlessness.
the irritating whoosh of my many sighs.
The sourness of my dissatisfaction lingers on my unkissed lips, your breath sweet in the blissful ignorance of your own distraction.
I was here, you just didn't see me.
It was me. through my uncombed hair and mismatched ensemble. do you recognize your handiwork?
Over here, its me. I'm going now.
The weight of all our potential is just too heavy to bear. I can't do it alone.
Pay attention. that's the sound of the door to my love, closing. softly.
pay attention. you missed my goodbye.
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U.S. - no dahling, this isn't my goodbye to readers. This is a poem I wrote and its subject will know who he is.
My au revoir will be buoyant, jubilant, celebratory. It will be an À bientôt, in fact, not an au revoir. smile.
oh and about the grammar. read my "about me" section.
Think it's that easy? Oh no, you don't get off that easy. Two commas and a too and your story is shear perfection. I left you another comment there on your other site.
U.S. - I didn't realize you meant on the short story. Sure go ahead and add the comments and the "o". I long for sheer perfection.
It's not nice to fuck with us weirdo, melancholy types like that with such cryptic and wonderful posting.
Everything is black and white, haven't you learned anything from the last 7+ years?
Amen!
I hope the schmuck does, one day, admit to having noticed, even if he couldn't wake up.
Amitiés,
What a post. I hope the reader knows and takes notice.
RG-I'll be careful to be more explicit. more fun that way, anyhow!
LF-Is that like keep hope alive?!
OJL-me too.
No way! No to "hoping." I'm not a big booster of "hope" in amorous relationships. Either you are mixing it up or you aren't and you know which is which in your bones and in your cells, never mind your heart and mind.
It's easy not to be able to get that pea with your fork if there's only one pea on your plate. However, if you dump a big old can of 'em on that little ol' plate, then you're bound to get some peas down your gullet sooner or later.
I just think that it is nice when a schmuck has to admit to the error of his ways.
I remember how women, over the years, would tell me that there were no "good" men. My response was always, "Your cultural pool for looking for one is way too small!"
Bises,
Meh.
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