When I wrote this, I was just thinking about what I do to myself. It's not all truth to myself. I'm not so dramatic about it. I don't even regret what happens at first... most of the time (there's pretty much only one guy I feel comfortable doing too much with. but I do not give myself over to anyone [just to clear things up]). Then I realize what I have done and I get in full regret mode.


I love that line and, usually I think it's true. But never when the regret is stronger than the smile.



Another Piece of Her

She steps into her room
And twists the lock.
A tear slithers down her cheek
As she contemplates her night.
'Why do I keep doing this?' she asks herself.
She chose her poison a while back.
Her way of coping;
So unique and vain.

She looks back on the laughter
Of another wasted night.
The feeling of being in another man's arms;
So strong and decieving.
She knows what he wants
But she accepts the fact.
The guilt washes over her
And regret consumes every tear.

She puts herself out there.
Knowing she is no whore.
Knowing what she needs.
Knowing she needs to be loved.
Just for one night.
Just needed for one moment.

Even if she does not give him
Exactly what he wants;
Even if she does not give herself
Completly to him,
He has stolen another piece of her;
Of her withering soul.
Just one more time....
And I'll be fine.



So.... Tell me what you think. Thanks a lot.

PS: I really hope you guys don't get the wrong impression of me from this poem...

its pretty good

Thanks. It's definatly not one of my best pieces. I'm usually a better writer when I'm really upset about something and I'm not really upset about anything right now. I just saw a poem kinda sorta about the same thing just.. not really.... and I decided to write this because it kind of expresses how I feel after a regular Friday night at the mall. *sigh*