What did she do?
She was honest
She said she was sorry and that she loved me
but not in that way.
That’s all
And I can’t feel bad
because
it’s true.
And I can’t feel bad
because
that makes me feel
bad.
As I’ve said before
the unimportance of it is killing me.
Things mean too much too me.
I feel too much
It is not a bad thing to feel very passionate?
Oh it is.
It is bad for me.
It makes me hurt
and it blinds me to the most obvious loves.
What did I say in return?
I said
okay.
I said
I see.
I said.
I didn’t say
I didn’t mean that smile.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
aye, you’ve quoted from me!
i feel pleased.
Damn.
It sucks because I’m the other end of that…to someone else, obviously. But yeah.
Overall, the emotion quota is very reached.
Figures!
Merry Xmas Ben
P
:]
Same to you Paddy.
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My pleasure.
This is a really good poem. Simplicity, yet it tells a good story. Keep writing, maybe it will take you somewhere.
Thank you.
Maybe it will.
Although that’s not to say that it hasn’t and doesn’t.
if you think something is important, it is. Don’t deny feelings by saying that you feel too passionately. Feelings are the only way we know we’re still alive.
At least, that’s how it is for me…
That’s what people tell me.
It’s something I know.
And actually, that first sentance of yours is something I sort of live by.
Importance is all relative, I reckons,
so I completely agree with you.