alan pieterse - When enough..! ! !

Had enough,
but not quite enough.
Tell me to leave,
if you so please.
So, I messed up,
once again,
like yesterday,
like tomorrow.

I am not perfect,
I am not without flaw,
My talent to hurt,
apparently always
coming to the fore.

I cannot undo,
I cannot hide.
I will tell, maybe,
maybe,
maybe I should,
maybe I would,
a carthaic expercience,
break the hold,
break the guilt.

I did, yes, I know idid,
I did, i did, i did,
It was wrong,
I knew it then,
I know it now.
Your sole hold over me,
your machete,
slash, slash,
feel the cut,
feel the pain..

But inside I laugh.
because by crying,
you stand to gain.
I am angry,
I am without emotion
it would seem.
Yet the words of
'writing on moleskine'
changed perceptions,
changed me...

For now, i am,
I am happy inside,
my dreams you cannot see,
my anger i
won't hide.
My cynicism, there
for you to feel.
But my happiness,
in a little box.

A little box,
as empty as it may seem,
hidden away,
I found you,
you found.

alan pieterse

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