Elizabeth Culmer (
edenfalling) wrote2004-04-04 07:33 pm
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[Poetry] "My Dear Faust"
Here we are, with more poetry from the vaults.
This poem is, to a large extent, about my old friend and ex-boyfriend Ryan. He's a great guy, really; he just has way too much emotional baggage that he refuses to effectively deal with. Which is why he can't keep a healthy, steady relationship, but just try telling him that... *grumbles about the general stupidity of men*
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My Dear Faust
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Listen to me truly: I don't pity you.
I grieve for the boy you were -- he went through hell.
You seem intent on staying there, a lost soul,
Self-damned, seeking a Gretchen;
I am not she.
I don't know anything about heaven.
You say I am an angel, that I put on a halo and flew away.
Like hell.
You say I am a diamond, that my flaws make me perfect.
Like hell.
There are no angels for men like you,
Drawn to your suffering, lonely and lost.
There is no Beatrice to guide you.
I am my own woman -- no angel, no lost love;
I am not your absolution.
Find your own forgiveness; it is not mine to give.
You made your devil's bargain.
Find your own way out.
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Summer 2000
revised 21 May 2002
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I'll probably post some old stories over the next couple days, as I have nowhere else to put them until such a day as I get around to acquiring a website and properly learning html. Which will not be anytime soon, more's the pity.
This poem is, to a large extent, about my old friend and ex-boyfriend Ryan. He's a great guy, really; he just has way too much emotional baggage that he refuses to effectively deal with. Which is why he can't keep a healthy, steady relationship, but just try telling him that... *grumbles about the general stupidity of men*
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My Dear Faust
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Listen to me truly: I don't pity you.
I grieve for the boy you were -- he went through hell.
You seem intent on staying there, a lost soul,
Self-damned, seeking a Gretchen;
I am not she.
I don't know anything about heaven.
You say I am an angel, that I put on a halo and flew away.
Like hell.
You say I am a diamond, that my flaws make me perfect.
Like hell.
There are no angels for men like you,
Drawn to your suffering, lonely and lost.
There is no Beatrice to guide you.
I am my own woman -- no angel, no lost love;
I am not your absolution.
Find your own forgiveness; it is not mine to give.
You made your devil's bargain.
Find your own way out.
---------------------------------------------
Summer 2000
revised 21 May 2002
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I'll probably post some old stories over the next couple days, as I have nowhere else to put them until such a day as I get around to acquiring a website and properly learning html. Which will not be anytime soon, more's the pity.