Maybe
it’s true
Maybe
it is all or nothing with me
my weary, obsessive mind can be calmed
if he’d just do it
reach out to me
soothe me
so I can retreat
return to not caring
either way
I wonder
am I just like you
hard and cold
conficted and self-destructive
in my own way
doubt
I wonder
is this your legacy to me
that I remind myself of you
sometimes
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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December 9, 2008 at 3:22 pm
poeticgrin
is this your legacy to me/that I remind myself of you/sometimes
Cold hard truth? Or weak, whimpering cry?
This poem is “hard and cold,” “conflicted and self-destructive.” A pick at a wound, if you will.
December 9, 2008 at 7:08 pm
ht
Awesome job in under 80 words! I love how quickly and easily the mood turns. And the punch at the end … beautiful.