The phone meets the wall
Hurled from my frustrated hand
A million pieces scattered on the floor
From the angered impact I caused
Just can't take this anymore
The thoughts that flow through my mind
Are nothing but vengeance for you
And every lie you ever fed to me
Has left a scar so deep an ugly
Everyone I know seems to see
But you don't see it
In your mind you've justified
This sick world
That you've created
That forced my phone to be hurled
And now shattered on the floor
These pieces signify my life
And the way in which I feel
Broken into a million pieces
Unable to heal
Broken from my own anger towards you
Shattered when I learn the truth
Behind more of your lies
Discarded and brushed aside
You wouldn't care if I died
And as I feel this
This pain inside once again
I have no one to turn to
Who will understand
The pure hate, anger, and disgust I have for you
I yearn to be held
And to have something to hold
I turn to a ghost, someone who's there but not
Who will never understand my love
But he's all that i've got
And i yearn for this ghostly comfort
Just to know it'll all be okay
To know that this will all go away
But I find it persists, day after day

© 2003 Christine Miller

I love it. I like alot of peoples stuff on this site, but you're like my favorite poet.

Wow, well thank you very much-i'm glad you like my writing 8)