Hey lover
I pricked myself on the edge
Jumped over on the ledge
Turned it over in my head.
Hey lover
I saw you through the eye
Thread it over the smile
Weave it in your goodbyes.
Hey lover
Been stabbed by the knife
When I saw your next wife
So twisted my life.
Hey lover
Blooded with this point
Sliced with this end
I've been fooled by another friend.
Copyright 1998 by Bardic Curse
This poem has a very sad thought, though I couldn't believe how casual it sounded. I wrote it late last night (2.19.98) thinking of
what I've been through. The entire poem is sort of a parallel to what has been happening to me: The girl loves him, he loves her but
he's not sure because he also loves someone else. Then he ends up marrying the other which so hurts the girl. To be frank, I've been
going through the same i-love-you/rejection phase, and I thought I was so angry it happened to me that I wrote the poem. However, the
sadness that I feel over the loss is more hurting than the anger itself, which seemed to fuel my thoughts, words and actions. I go
through the days now like a zombie, not talking unless talked to, working myself out till I'm too tired to do anything else, and
finding solace in only one other thing: my books.
