You're Killing Me, Smalls

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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    You are a very hard person to love, my girl.
    I keep trying
    But I’m getting tired
    Of playing this damn game.
    I love you
    I’d do anything for you
    Anything within my power
    You should know that by now.
    But you keep asking for things I don’t have
    For things I can’t change
    For things that I’m not
    That neither of us are.
    My life has been full
    Of people that just don’t know how to be happy.
    I’m afraid that I’ve caught it
    Like a disease.
    I try to hold onto you
    But you’re bruising me something awful.
    My grip is failing
    In the face of your sheer determination
    Never to be full
    Never to be content.
    I can’t be everything at once
    Forced schizophrenia of the soul
    Can’t swallow perfection
    I’ve tried all my life
    But it keeps on choking me
    On the way down.
    I’m so tired of telling you that you’re beautiful
    Even though I know you will never believe me.
    And you are.
    You are so beautiful.
    And you can be so kind
    But there is never anyway to know
    If you’re gonna bite
    Or kiss the hand that feeds you.
    I can’t decide whether I want
    To pick you up and hold you while you cry
    Or slap you until you tell me
    Why you can be so cruel.
    But since that just isn’t in my nature
    I hurt myself instead.
    That’s not your problem, that’s mine.
    I’ve never tried to pretend anything else
    I am chock full of issues
    And hang-ups and failings
    And fear.
    What a pair we make, the two of us.
    But you’re killing me, Smalls.
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  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Dearly Beloved;

    I like this one, sorrowful as it is, very very much.:smile: I wish that you were as full of happiness and contentment as you are of talent with words.:smile: And you are, my friend, you are. All the well-known depressed best poets are cheering you on, with tears in their eyes. They know too well your subject matter, and, as I, are in awe of your ability.:smile:

    love, your friend,

  3. Jess

    Jess Guest

    I definitely liked the poem.. I can't say much about the subject considerin git's love... and what the helldo I know about it? but I like the way it went in my head.. if that makes sense.. reading it to myself.. it sounded good.. and the words... well.. I liked it

    p.s. I like the quote (if that's what you were thinking) that you used for the title... good movie
  4. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    Woot, The Sandlot! :biggrin:
  5. Chase

    Chase Member

    The Sandlot is the funniest film I've ever seen. Nice poem as well.
  6. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    Nice poem :hug:
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