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No Room (With You)Feb 28 '04 (Updated Jun 08 '04) Write an essay on this topic.
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The Bottom Line I've seen windswanwoman for the final time. I tried to make peace & came bearing gifts. And yet, she coldly showed me the door - after four hours together.
There is no longer Any room for me (with you). You’ve told me so: I'm no longer welcome. How could this happen? We once had a passionate And loving relationship, Which (so ironically) turned toxic The very day we both (still) say was the most transcendent we have ever known. And yet, irony became commonplace! On that transcendent day, you told me clearly that......your love was for sale And would have to go to the most deeply pocketed bidder (on this much we agree, and only the result is in dispute) From this, We never recovered. But, we still carried on (off and on, off and on) Despite the strain Of that monetary monkey on both our backs (for me it weighed a tonne) And yet, despite my dark concerns: Deeply, Deeply in love With you I fell, for it’s Common knowledge That I became addicted to you. Why is this so? Some social theorists suggest That........... The abused, seek others To abuse them (and we know each other's pasts) So, it was familiar! For your part, You say I had my boot On your neck - But, I Reject that notion Completely! (perhaps it's the ghost of the man you carried you here - who did?) Instead, it was always About you, and your manifold needs and accommodating all of that, which - I gladly tried to do. Even the last time I saw you, You did not ask - even a single time, how I’d been, since 9/11 (our anniversary) despite all of my enquiries about you I always tried hard to help and please you, And know in my heart That I did. About that I am certain! I was also kind and loved you torridly (breathlessly! exhaustingly!) to the point you begged for mercy - and for calm (the sheets fairly smoldered, when we were done) You are now with another To whom you are true, And so you are right: There is no longer Any room for me (with you) For, we could never all be under the same roof! Because, My imagining The goings on In the grotto (where we stayed) Would surely undo me And so, windswanwoman, This is adieu and farewell (for the last time) To a toxic love (which lingers) And the greatest dark country pleasure (the pleasure of the id) I have ever known!  |
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