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a while ago
i sat in my room and stared at pictures
pasted to blue construction paper
and blah blah blah - love - he's in love
and loved me then, everything is beautiful and
nothing hurts, except, you know,
him.
i surfed through keyboards
(it's amazing who you find)
at 4 in the AM
and built small idols to
black glitter and girls in stilletto heels
it is more than just a fashion statement, you know.
and i would have raced out my door
could i have seen my mistakes
bow down to snapping trees and
and flurries of paper and poems
carried away away way away and away.
but god, fuck this, i can not handle your silence
and the musical notes
our musical notes
inharmonious and flickerfading like a dying candle
i can not watch
or feel and stand to be
a part of something that hurt you so much.
well, i guess i fucked up
yeah, i guess fucked up
but, i swear, i watched you
grip and fall from a 10story highrise
and just watched
as you ripped through staus quo
Typical Teenager
and. i. am. so. fucking. sorry
i fucked up.
i'll fix it tomorrow, i promise,
i'll fix it tomorrow.
a while ago
i sat in my room and stared at pictures
pasted to blue construction paper
and blah blah blah - love - he's in love
and loved me then, everything is beautiful and
nothing hurts, except, you know,
him.
i surfed through keyboards
(it's amazing who you find)
at 4 in the AM
and built small idols to
black glitter and girls in stilletto heels
it is more than just a fashion statement, you know.
and i would have raced out my door
could i have seen my mistakes
bow down to snapping trees and
and flurries of paper and poems
carried away away way away and away.
but god, fuck this, i can not handle your silence
and the musical notes
our musical notes
inharmonious and flickerfading like a dying candle
i can not watch
or feel and stand to be
a part of something that hurt you so much.
well, i guess i fucked up
yeah, i guess fucked up
but, i swear, i watched you
grip and fall from a 10story highrise
and just watched
as you ripped through staus quo
Typical Teenager
and. i. am. so. fucking. sorry
i fucked up.
i'll fix it tomorrow, i promise,
i'll fix it tomorrow.
Incandescence wrote:Yeah, I explained this in the Chatroom, but the ending is intentionally brimming with foul language. As Mesh said, it detracts from the ending, which is my intent. In this poem, I am not striving for a strong ending, rather a fizzling out, so you don't remember the promise I make, and I am not held to my word. Silly, but true.
Please do not read my poetry if you do not plan on commenting. This annoys me to no end.
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