f.o.II
You just robbed me of the little sanity that is left in me.
You have no idea what kind of pretence I endure in the day.
And your innocent presence necessitates the same pretence at night.
You tire me , entirely.
My pretence protected you for the past 5 years.
Of a constructed life of mine.
Your love wouldnt let me go.
Same for mine. And so will my pretence, my conscience.
I hate you as much as I care.
I ran my flesh under water for an hour plus tonight...the only place where I can be naked and not feel intruded...god damn it get the fuck out of my life.
For a while at least. Let me rest.
Winter is coming. Lets see if the frost bites harder than my suppressed mind does..
You have no idea what kind of pretence I endure in the day.
And your innocent presence necessitates the same pretence at night.
You tire me , entirely.
My pretence protected you for the past 5 years.
Of a constructed life of mine.
Your love wouldnt let me go.
Same for mine. And so will my pretence, my conscience.
I hate you as much as I care.
I ran my flesh under water for an hour plus tonight...the only place where I can be naked and not feel intruded...god damn it get the fuck out of my life.
For a while at least. Let me rest.
Winter is coming. Lets see if the frost bites harder than my suppressed mind does..
posted by livingfuneral at 10/08/2005 12:50:00 AM
7 Comments:
dun be so sad leh...come back lah..den we bimbos the cbs vs the babes can entertain u..heheheeh
dun be so sad leh...come back lah..den we bimbos the cbs vs the babes can entertain u..heheheeh
always good to hear from you cbs ...never fail to put a smile on my face. u know what? it doesnt matter where I am if some screw is loose up there..but thanks...i do miss bitching with the babes and the biggest lanjiao possible in sg...woohoo...:D
hey. I kinda feel the same way about someone in your poem. Nice poems you have on your blog...lol i know this is pretty random but I found your blog through friendster coz you showed up on my list of people who are living locally. I sent you a msg...coz i really felt that its rare to find a singaporean living in Brooklyn.One of the things that came to mind was...what brings someone from Singapore to new york? everyone has their own story of how they ended up in new york...so i'd be interested to share^^ Peace. - Nelson(nellyfant83@hotmail.com)
what poem? i dont know poetry..
i think anyone whos cynical enough can do that..but i do appreciate your words...probably the longest and most honest comment i have gotten so far..thanks.
Lol. All your entries are poems. The way you arrange them, affects the way they are read, and to me i read them as poems, especially the last one.I'm still interested in why you're here in new york. Job? I'm here to study Fine Art, and i think you're an architect right? Which part of Brooklyn are you in? Anyway, if you're cool with it, add me on MSN(nellyfant83@hotmail.com),and we could talk more if you don't mind.
And in case i didn't make it clear enough, I'm a Singaporean too. Or was.-Nelson
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