Different Kind of Masochist

An emotional masochist,
I slowly bend, and then I break
With the weight of your iron fist,
Crushing silence too much to take.

My mind is so fragile and weak.
It seems you knew just what to do.
The worst torture is not to speak,
Either to me or me to you.

So, now, I'm sitting here alone.
My tears are falling like rain.
I keep listening for the phone,
Wishing you would call, ending my pain.

What happened to the girl I knew,
The one who's called a free spirit?
She would not take this shit from you,
But your voice...I long to hear it.

Red Honey,

Wonderful, touching and sad.

hugs

John

Very nice poem Red, but do not let that girl keep waiting for the call.

~sits with Red and hugs her tight~

Red, I am with you with every word, wishing there was something I could do but knowing there isn't.

Sad and Lost ~hugs~

Sweet and sad, and a kind of mood that comes knocking in the beginning or towards the end of the affair. Just tonight, a few hours after having got an unwanted and definite "no" I feel sort of close to what you're into.

*hugs Red*

oh my! *hugs* beautiful..so sad i got to this thread late..its beautiful