{"sf1_id":1363471,"sf2_id":"XnrQNLEm","title":"I'm Sorry / She Loved / Help Yourself","author":"Jacob King","words":226,"posted_at":"2018-08-28T18:37:00.000Z","tags":["Depressing","Depression","Gun","Love","M/F","PINGAS","Poetry","Psychological","Romance","Sad","Suicide"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1363471-i-m-sorry-she-loved-help-yourself","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/XnrQNLEm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/97/33/9733c7db-036b-44f3-8b2f-042d6d7baa79","description":"It's been a while since I last wrote a serious poem.\nTo test myself, I attempted a writing challenge I gave my dear friend  Cons.\nI challenged him to write a poem divided into three sections:\n1) First-Person Point-of-View: I'm sorry\n2) Third-Person Point-of-View: He/She was in love\n3) Second-Person Point-of-View: You need help\nA few years ago, on the Internet, I came across the following quote, \"'I love you', 'I am sorry', and 'I need help' are the three hardest things for a human to say.\"\nThe quote always stuck with me, and I thought it would be interesting to try to write a poem that not only focued on those phrases, but also added a more dynamic element of perspective in narration (i.e. first-person versus third-person).\nCreating the requirement of the three point-of-views, with one view per phrase, seemed appropriate for adding the aforementioned element of dynamic perspective.\nThis took approximately one hour and forty-one minutes to write.","content":"_I am so sorry--No furman'd  \nEver have to witness the crime  \nBeside this letter. Determined  \nAs I was, it was about time_\n\n_To administer justice--to  \nQuell the remorse, to make silent  \nThe ruminations that were so  \nLoudly recalling an event_\n\n_Of which I was a catalyst,  \nA criminal, and a liar  \n(Though my intentions did enlist  \nPure causes). A tireless fire_\n\n_Raged with no direct translation  \nFor the suffering in my heart;  \nYet, no prose or definition  \nCould dictate how she played a part--_\n\n_No, a character--oh, if you  \nOnly knew the protagonist  \nThat she tried to be for me: blue  \nEyes, red fur, and gold heart. I missed_\n\n_Her facade's only true window:  \nHer smile. She always smiled  \nBrightest when cold, dark crops would sow  \nHer love in such patterns tiled_\n\n_With misery and pain that I  \nHarvested--I fucking killed her!  \nHer heart wrapped tighter around my  \nLove than the phone cord did the fur_\n\n_Around her neck! I...if you are  \nStill reading (before the police  \nCome...before you forget our  \nDark moment, together), I--please..._\n\n_You cannot be afraid to ask  \nFor help. Forget your pride! Forget  \nYour ego! They will always task  \nYour consciousness to make a bet_\n\n_You may or may not win! Ask for  \nhelp if you need it! She needed  \nHelp! I needed help! Please! Before  \nIt's too late to ask... \\*BANG!\\*_\n\n  \n  \n\n"}