In Thomas Czarnecki’s world, the damsels of Disney don’t live happily ever after. Actually, they don’t live at all.
An early draft of Walt Whitman’s poem “O Captain! My Captain!” (from the Library of Congress). How many other documents so exemplify the nexus of poetry and American history?
If my heart was a mirror,
It’d be smashed on the floor.
Broke into pieces,
Cause you walked out the door.
If my heart was a tree,
It would be bare.
The leaves would have wilted,
Cause I fell for your snare.
If my heart was a flower,
The petals would have blown away.
Ripped of by the gale,
Of your cold heart’s decay.
And if my heart was whole,
It’d be because you were here.
But that ain’t gonna happen,
Not in a million years.
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I love this song. Her voice is so beautiful, in that sort of haunting-ly fantastic way.
So I’m not going to lie, the past week has been hard.
I know I did the right thing by walking away, or so that’s what I tell myself.
Everyone tells me I deserve better anyway, and I agree.
I just wish he could have been the person I fell in love with instead of person he became.
I think it’s hard to let go of hope; but I am so TIRED of hoping he means it when he says he’s changed. Because it’s a lie every single time.
I’m not stupid. I know he is a liar. I know he’s a cheat. I know he isn’t the guy he pretended to be.
I just would like an apology, just to know he at least feels some remorse.
Because I don’t understand how you can care about someone for almost two years, tell me you’ve never loved someone as much as you loved me, just to break my heart over and over again each time swearing you’re different and you need me.
And yet I still miss you.
I don’t get it. I probably will never get the answers either.
I just know that I want to be a good woman.
And some day I want you to wake up and be a good man.