Love Poem: It's Done
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Written by: Laura Breidenthal

It's Done

7/10/12

Everything’s a mess inside Can you emphasize? Can you look into my eyes and say, “It’s okay, Laura. I have felt this way” ? I’ll never understand why I am so diseased This dream is never-ending I need an oasis of pride Before self-degrading lifts its tide My chest is heavy in the sounds Of silence, covering me and feeding Never-ending grieving. . .constantly pleading And others are succeeding. . .beaming I can feel myself in pieces Some of me here—some of me there I don’t think you care, dear Because every time you’re gone I am left here To my boiling, toiling mind To the incessant dripping of the blood The flood of pity overriding Fighting the bastards off—always fighting Never will I watch you be battered Can’t you see I love you? I will not watch them ignore and abhor I will beat them to the core I’m here. . .I am here You are not alone. . .you’re not alone Do not fear But if you want to be on your own It’s done. . . It’s done.